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Twisted Roles

Written by: Screpter

Date: 23/11/2025

Content Warning : roleplaying, consensual fearplay, mention of vore, mention of blood, mention of bones, cruel predator, unwilling prey, feral, size difference

As stated above, the story will contain mentions of the slightly more graphic aspects of vore, including licking up blood, as well as references to bones in a stomach. If you are sensitive to it, read at your own volition.

The air in the cave should have been cold, considering how high up in the mountains its entrance was located, but Prenya could only feel the searingly hot breath of the massive beast behind her. A shiver of delicious fear traveled up her spine as a low, threatening growl reverberated around her, and she had to bite into her lower lip as Vorsak’s damp, hot breath breezed over her, causing her fur to flatten against her unclothed back.

“Such a delicious offering…” Rumbled the dragon behind the cat, the volume of his voice forcing her to flatten her ears against her head. Prenya missed the safety of her original taur form, which had been taken away from her by the Morphing Pills she had been fed, leaving her a simple anthropomorphic, bipedal cat.

“I am not an offering for you.” Prenya hissed defiantly, then jumped as the ground next to her was seared with fire. She shivered, averting her eyes as Vorsak’s head began to enter her line of sight from her right. Her heart hammered in her chest, while warmth began to spread out through her core in her lower belly.

“Is that so? Then you are just a piece of meat I can take.” Rumbled the dragon next to her, his mighty jaws parting. The few sunrays that entered the cave were reflected from his sharp fangs, his sticky, dense drool scattering the light everywhere. The smell of roasted meat and smoke stung her sensitive nose, but it was soon pushed to the side by the odor of his saliva, causing her fur to bristle.

“Maybe I could take my time trapping you under my claws, licking you from head to toe.” The rumbly voice of Vorsak enveloped her, but she could still sense as he moved from her right to her left. Her body trembled when he stopped for a moment, taking a long whiff of her scent before exhaling onto her, then finally settling on her right.

“Taking a good taste of your body. Just the thought of feeling you squirm and writhe under my tongue makes me excited, and I’m just talking about licking~” Twisted glee seeped into Vorsak’s voice as he let loose a grayling chuckle, the sound hurting her ears. It was like someone put stones in an iron pot, then shook them vigorously.

“I-I won’t let yo-”

“You won’t let me what?” Vorsak angled his head to face her from the side, rumbling from his throat as his mouth remained slightly open. “I can do as I like with you, little princess. If I want, I can keep you upside down by your ankles, dangle you above my jaws, and see how long it takes for your will to weaken until you beg to be dropped.” Prenya’s breath froze in her throat as Vorsak’s jaws parted further. Orange and yellow light illuminated his mouth and half of her face, its source somewhere deep within him, the light traveling up through his throat. The heatwave slammed against her hard, and she found her arms around her own abdomen as she hugged herself, whimpering while pulling away.

She jolted when his jaws slammed together with a solid clack, and his muzzle pulled back until she could barely see it at the edge of her vision. Her body began to cool back down, but the heat remained between her legs, the aching need growing. Her breathing, quick and short, was impossible to calm down, not that she tried to slow it.

“W-what do you… What do you want from me?” She whimpered, her exposed breasts pushing forward as her arms squeezed them while she hugged herself tighter. Her claws pressed painfully into her elbows to keep her hands from moving down to her dripping sex.

“What I want from you?” Rumbled the massive dragon behind her. Her ears rose, then followed the sounds of footsteps as Vorsak began to move in front of her, her vision of the outside, of potential freedom, covered by the muscled, green-scaled body. His wings opened, blocking out all the light from the outside and illuminating hundreds of thin veins, turning the pale-green membrane translucent.

His neck began to bend and turn as Vorsak lowered his head, until they stared at each other face-to-face. Vibrant green, wild eyes glued her in place, the black slits of his pupils a thin line as his gaze took in her vulnerable, exposed form, without the need to move.

“What I want from you is to beg, to plead with me not to eat you. To scream and trash against my paw as my claws puncture your skin and I lap up your blood. I want to hear you whimper while I sate my thirst, before I get to sating my hunger.” The sounds of his exhale mixed with his grating chuckle, then the sound of his tongue as it sneaked out, sliding along his lips and leaving the tiny scales – each one as big as her palm – wet, dripping with saliva.

“Y-you… you will never do those!” She shot back with a hiss, showing her own fangs while her body trembled. The sight seemingly amused the dragon, the corners of his lips pulling back to form a grin on his muzzle.

“Never? And who do you think you are to stop me? There is no white knight to save you – his bones are nothing but part of the gut slop in my stomach. Your friends are all too far to stop me. And you?” Her ears, by now, were actually in pain as Vorsak chuckled again. If he doesn’t stop doing this, she will…

“You are just a slab of tasty meat. One I shouldn’t even bother entertaining with this conversation. I should just get to grabbing you with my teeth, throwing you into the air, and waiting for that succulent, chubby body to slide right down my throat.” His head moved closer, taking a long whiff of her scent, and hummed. Prenya shifted and squirmed on the stoneslab she sat on, having a hard time ignoring her needs and the smell of her own dripping sex.

She whimpered, too afraid to pull away as his jaws opened a bit and his tongue sneaked out, licking the air close to her legs, but never touching her, apart from the few droplets of saliva that dripped onto her lap, wetting her brown fur. Her right hand slid down her side, grazing over the droplet, before disappearing between her legs. Her body shook as pleasure shot up along her spine, and her tail slammed against her seat.

An amused smile appeared on Vorsak’s damp lips.

“So much that I could do with you. Eating you would bring me pleasure, but would fill me up so little.” He rumbled, his voice intentionally lowered as he moved closer, angling his head until he looked at her from her left front side. “Maybe I should amuse myself by grinding my paw down on you. I’m sure those heavy breasts and round belly of yours would feel good under my paw as I squeeze the air from your lungs.” His paw moved closer, kneading the ground and turning the rocks into dust. When he turned his paw to the side, there was not even a scratch on the sturdy scales.

Prenya hissed at him, ears flattened against her head still. Her fingers continued to move.

“Or maybe, I could bring myself more pleasure. I like to fill my belly, but I love filling my balls more.” His grin widened as Prenya’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening as Vorsak angled his body, until she could see his crotch. Where a slit was supposed to be, there was one large sheath and a pair of heavy orbs, covered by soft scales, softer than the ones in the crooks of his limbs. The tip of his massive cock glinted in the darkness, and the overwhelming scent of his draconic musk filled her lungs for a few seconds.

Then, his bits were hidden again from sight, and she found herself facing his intense gaze once again.

“I wonder where you would melt sooner. The boiling slop inside my furnace, or the hot, sticky mess inside my sacks. Whichever I choose, I’m sure your writhing would bring me pleasure.” His nostrils flared as her breathing quickened, the folds of fat shaking as her arm moved as well, justling and bouncing her breasts while her fingers worked tirelessly in stimulating her folds.

Vorsak wetted his lips again, his eyes roaming her alluring body, watching her body move as he inched his head closer. The smell of her sex became stronger, and Prenya could see that Vorsak had a hard time holding himself back. His jaws parted, the hungry rumble from his stomach almost as deafening as his throaty rumbles. The air was permanently hot around her as his breath enveloped her.

“I believe it’s time for another meal to melt away in my stomach. Time for you to follow that foolish sergal and reunite with him in me.” Vorsak rumbled, his jaw opening wide. His tongue wriggled and shook as it stretched out towards her, preparing to wrap around her as Prenya reached her climax. Her body flexed, her legs squeezing her hand as her sex squirted out her release, and her eyes rolled back into her head.

The sound of a bag of chips falling to the ground made both of them freeze. Prenya’s eyes widened as they refocused, and it took her a few seconds to recognise the sound. And the muffled cursing. And the stifled tweet following it when Vorsak slowly closed his left wing, turning with his entire body to expose the perpetrator of the sound to both of them.

Closer to the entrance stood Sain, frozen in place as he was headed towards one of the side-tunnels of the cave, and now looking at them. The bag of chips probably fell out of his beak and now lay sadly on the ground in front of his feet. His arms were full of drinks and snacks, while his wings were neatly folded against his back. He stared at them, and they stared back, shock written over all of their faces.

The silence was broken by Prenya’s laughter, who would have rolled off her seat if Vorsak’s tail hadn’t moved to steady her. The dragon in front of her joined in the laughter, and soon even Sain had an embarrassed smile on his beak. Prenya had a feeling they took too long, and he expected their roleplay to be done by now.

Vorsak seemed to be on the same note as her.

“Well…” Vorsak chuckled, then stopped as Prenya slapped his tail to stop the painful sound from which both she and Sain winced. “Maybe we took too long.” He said with uncharacteristic sheepishness, slowly lying down on the ground as Prenya stood up.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to mess it up. I could come back later.” Sain offered, already turning to leave, but stopped as Prenya called out.

“No need, dear. You are so sweet for bringing over snacks. Come, we can cuddle while we are waiting for Meril to reform.” She offered with a kind smile, which attracted Sain closer like a magnet does with iron.

“Are you sure? I can-”

“Shush. We can have a slightly different fun later, it’s not a problem. Isn't that right, Vorsak?” She questioned, looking up at her ‘massive beast’.

“Of course.” Replied the dragon, although he still looked like he would rather just eat them all up right away. He held himself back, however, knowing his owner wouldn’t take it too kindly if he exposed Sain to the more realistic digestion of his stomach.

“Good. Come, come love.” Prenya pulled the shy avian closer, rubbing his cheek and pressing a kiss onto the other, before leading him to Vorsak’s warm side. The feline was quick to fawn over the blushing Sain as they sat down, and she insisted he sit in her lap and rest his head on one of her plush breasts. Her hand roamed along his back, taking special attention to rub the base of his wings, causing them to flutter.

“I see you are back to flying. That’s good. I was worried for a moment that you had forgotten how to do it.” She murmured into his ear.

“It hasn’t been that long, Prenya. It’s hard to forget how to fly.” Sain answered softly, still hugging the snacks and drinks against himself while his eyelids lowered.

“Hmmm.” It was the only answer Prenya gave, smiling happily as she ensured one of her closest friends and lovers was comfortable.

They remained like that, waiting for Meril to finally reform to continue their little hangout.