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A Giant Dragon’s Love

Written by: Screpter

Date: 11/11/2025

Content Warning : vore (oral), willing prey, willing predator, large size difference, feral

A full body shiver shook Lorring’s body, her long fur blowing forward from the hot, strong breath that washed over her, before her fur settled back down. Her heart threatened to jump out of her chest as she could feel the sheer presence of her wife behind her, all of her senses practically screaming. If she could, she would have run away already, which wouldn’t have mattered. She would have been caught without much of an effort.

And besides, it’s not like she wanted to run.

A tiny “eek!” escaped her when something large and wet slapped against her back, dragging a long, slick way up her back while a content rumble shook the air around her. The tongue, wider than her own body, dragged up along her back, continuing on and on, until eventually, the tip of it playfully flicked against the back of her head and almost caused her to hit her chin right against her chest. By the time the tongue finished its single lick, even with her long fur, her entire back was drenched in warm saliva.

The following purr shook in her bones, forcing her to press her legs tighter and gasp weakly. She tried to stand up and turn around to give a mind of her own to Melanie, but as she opened her mouth, the large muzzle of her wife pushed against her. It was a careful movement, yet it still knocked her back onto large amounts of hide that took years – and a lot of money – to collect.

And right away above her, loomed the massive head of her overeager and broody wife, Melanie. Currently, she was in the form of a gigantic dragon, so vast she could have stood in her eye, and wouldn’t have been able to reach the eyelid at the top. Normally, her wife was nothing different than everyone else of her original species: an anthro komodo dragon, three meters tall, imposing, and incredibly soft to cuddle up to.

It wasn’t unusual for Melanie to take a Morphing Pill to switch her species and transform into the natural, feral-bodied counterpart of a dragon – many loved to do so, and many more even went as far as to take it as a permanent modification. But, like every other Morphing Pill, the ones her wife took also had side effects when specific criteria were met. Most of the time, it would be uncontrollable appendages, or an extra one, perhaps new, problematic instincts to deal with, or only half-transformations. All have always been connected to either the physical or mental health of the person who took the pills, and so far, it has always been relatively easy to deal with the side effects.

At worst, they had to call in a team of on-call doctors to come and help neutralise the effects of the pills earlier than supposed to. The pills weren’t perfect, but the scientist who still worked on them tirelessly has thought of many things that could cause them.

However, it seemed that no scientist has ever considered the sheer emotion of overwhelming love and wanting to have kids – or at least, to adopt them – into the possible causes of side effects. Even they couldn’t do much apart from telling them to wait for the effects of the pills to wear off - which meant she was trapped for a week with a wife who wished for nothing more than to constantly keep her close and express her love in every way possible.

“Melanie, hey… hehehe…” Lorring laughed weakly, a happy but shaky smile plastered on her muzzle as all she was able to do was gaze up at the massive head of her wife. Melanie, rumbled with happiness, showing off her own beautiful and incredibly scary smile: her lips pulled back, and even through she knew the corners of it were crinkling upwards, she couldn't hold back another shiver of her body as the gigantic teeth – each as big, if not bigger than her own body – glinted in the setting sunlight that shone down on them.

Melanie’s breath blew over her again. The air around her was at a constant higher temperature, while the smell stung her eyes, even though she had already gotten used to it by the second day. She shifted on the pelts, attempting to inch her way out from under her muzzle, but even that was instantly noticed by her dragon wife.

The jaws parted, and before she could finish the first word of objection, the massive tongue dragged up along her front again. Her breath was squeezed from her lungs as the organ slapped down on her body, trapping her between the pelts and the tongue, and squeezing her voluptuous breasts against her body.

The wet squelching of the saliva mixed with the sound of wet flesh sliding against fur was all that she could hear as she was licked. Her long fur pulled on her skin, her body with the pelts sliding on the ground from the sheer power of the simple gesture of affection that now suffocated her. Her lungs burned by the time she felt the tip of Melanie’s tongue slide along her legs, stimulating her vagina, then passing over her belly before it pushed up against her breasts. The two globes of soft flesh pushed up against her head for a few moments before they were let go and wobbled back down, spilling out to the side as she was left panting for air.

Her lungs still burned as she took deep breaths, the light dancing around her as Melanie shook her head and neck, her sand-colored scales reflecting the sunlight everywhere. Lorring raised her head weakly and assessed herself. Her normally shiny, golden fur was now dark and damp, stuck together in long patches and knots that will be a pain to smooth out – that is, if she can even wash out all the saliva that penetrated deep down to her skin.

A low rumble and a hum prompted her to look back up; her wife practically ate her up with the intense gaze she looked down at her. Perhaps she already planned on doing just that. Again.

“You are so adorable down there. So sweet and… small.” The voice that escaped the dragon’s lips was deep and melodic – like the rumble of distant thunder –, shaking the air around them and vibrating to her core. And even though it was different, she still recognised Melanie’s voice in it. “I love you so much. If only I could give you the family you deserve.” She said, her voice lowering in volume as she glanced away. Lorring opened her mouth to say something, but the words stuck in her throat as her wife leaned down closer, until her snout pressed against her saliva-drenched body. She shifted and squirmed, but Melanie only pulled back ever so slightly, to not squish her wife like a bug.

“But I can give you so much else~” Her voice was now barely above a whisper, but it still almost felt like she was yelling. “I will keep you warm and happy. I will keep you safe. And I will get you everything you need.” Her lower jaw opened slowly with a soft click, and Lorring shivered at the thought of another full-body lick. Instead of that, however, only the tip of Melanie’s tongue peeked out, sneaking up between her legs as Lorring shivered, a sharp gasp escaping her as the tip pressed wetly against her sex.

She squirmed for a different reason as the tip of the tongue toyed with her sensitive folds, but it was still too big to push into her safely. Instead, her wife lifted her muzzle very so slightly and inched upwards, the tip tracing a path up her hips and belly, pushing to her abdomen, before stopping just under her breasts. The organ then curved to the left and pressed up against the underside of her right breast, pushing the globe inwards to her left, and toyed around with it.

Lorring squirmed in place, taking long, shaky breaths as she gazed into the gigantic eyes of her wife. The attention weighted down on her, yet she never felt more loved and cared for.

And so aroused.

As saliva trickled out from between Melanie’s lips, coating her already drenched body in more saliva, her left hand moved, her arm pressing up against her breast while her fingers found their way to her sensitive lips. Her head angled back as she moaned, pushing her fingers into her folds, while her wife continued to push and play around with her breasts. Her body shivered with each tiny lick and push, her nipples hard under the constant attention while she panted.

The low rumble of her wife further strengthened her pleasure, the sensations making her skin tingle as she pushed her fingers deeper, moving them faster. The tip of the tongue moved over to her left breast, leaving the right one to roll to the side, to jump and shake slightly with each of her breaths.

It didn’t take longer than a minute for her to reach her climax, a moan of ecstasy escaping her mouth as her legs clenched around her own fingers as she came. The tip of Melanie’s tongue suddenly left her breast and moved down, pushing her fingers away to lap at her vagina. Each time she made contact, it made her entire body shake with pleasure. Nothing was left safe from her wife’s tongue.

When she finally rode her climax off, she was left panting, moaning weakly as her head lolled to the side. Her body was hot, the saliva that coated her almost gluing her to the pelts underneath her body, not allowing her to cool off properly. Even as Melanie raised her head away slightly, her presence and her breath kept the air hot around her. She could sense movement from her jaws, but she couldn't focus enough to gauge what she was planning – that was, until her tongue pressed down against her once more.

She grunted as it began to drag against her body again, squeezing the air from her lungs. She started to become frustrated until she realized this was now different. Her body slid against the pelts, then separated from it with a slick, soft tearing sound, and she found herself in the air. She gasped, both for breath and out of surprise, as her body was lifted along with the tongue.

The mighty jaws of her wife parted, and her entire body shivered at the sight of the giant, wet cave that was Melanie’s maw. A single row of razor-sharp teeth lined her gums above and below, hugging the wide and thick tongue that was stretched out in length, easily longer than her draconic muzzle was. And at the very end, somewhere in the great darkness of her maw lay the entrance of her throat, high and wide enough for her to get swallowed without a hitch even while standing.

Her body was dragged into the dim darkness of the mouth, and the temperature rose immediately. Even the air she breathed in didn’t help a single bit as she pushed herself up on the tongue, her limbs shaking from the effort as she peeled her wet body away from the wet, fleshy surface.

The jaws then closed, and she was plunged into hot, oppressive darkness, a single small movement of the tongue beneath him enough to make her tongue forward again. Thankfully, Melanie learned not to even talk, let alone rumble, while she was inside her mouth, which calmed her somewhat. She knew she was safe and sound, even though one small wrong move could result in her becoming nothing but a messy patch inside her mouth.

The tongue pulled her deeper, then rose behind her, sliding her towards the throat that awaited her. The whooshing of air with each of Melanie’s breaths was deafening, the only sounds she was able to hear being the trickle of the thick saliva around her. Melanie didn’t need to swallow her, as the difference in size was enough for her to just slide right into her throat, send more saliva down with her with a weak swallow, and she was already plunging down on the natural water slide that led to one of the most dangerous places of a dragon.

The heat, along with the general internal smell of a dragon, gradually rose the deeper she got - the sound of a large, strong heartbeat making her teeth clack together as she slid down, until she crashed against a ring of muscle that slowed her down, but not enough to prevent her from immediately passing through. She stumbled through the air, flailing with her arms and legs for a moment, before she landed with a splash in the hot, bubbling mix of saliva and neutralized stomach acid.

Even though this time she managed to feed a “No acid” Morphing pill to her wife today, her stomach was still very much active, sloshing her around, each rumble or churn shaking her to her very being. Used to this, however, she was quick to begin swimming towards the stomach walls, climbing out of the giant pool, and crashing against the ridged wall.

With a sigh, she allowed herself to relax, even as her body was slowly pressed and kneaded by the ridges – the natural movement was surprisingly gentler compared to any conscious movement her wife could do. Her eyes slowly closed, knowing that until Melanie decided to move or do something that would cause the fluids to rise, she was safe. She would spend a couple of hours inside, letting her calm her overbearing emotions down, which would then allow her to begin climbing up her throat to hopefully be released into freedom.

“I love you too… but gods, I need a week or two to be up for anything once you turn back…” She mumbled weakly, trying her best to get comfortable and rest. Her eyelids grew heavy, but she refused the allure of sleep. She had to keep herself from falling into the pool.