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The chilling mountain wind ruffled the man's coat violently as he stood before the mouth of the cliffside cave. It had taken significant effort to locate the den; weeks of surveillance in the frigid snow leading him to the place he now stood. The danger that faced him within left goosebumps raised upon the surface of his skin, even beneath the thick coverings he wore to stave off the icy air.

As he stepped into the mouth of the cave he felt the immediate protection from the harsh wind, his body warming almost immediately as he threw back his hood and glanced around. The entrance was impressively large, despite being well hidden behind the many twists and turns of the mountain. It was dark within, the true depth of the passage difficult to gauge as his eyes adjusted to the low light after the blinding brightness of the snow.

His hand ventured to his hip, tugging free his flare gun and aiming it down the length of the cave. With his finger around the trigger he fired, the flare bursting to life as it flew swiftly down into the depths of the tunnel. Although he was expecting it, the response from within was swift and terrifying. A deep, reverberating snarl echoed back from the other end of the cavern, followed by a roar that shook the mountain and caused the young man to grasp his own ears for protection.

Movement could be seen from deep within, shadows eclipsing the red glow of the flare as they began to move towards him with bone-chilling thumps upon the stone floor.

“Wait!" he shouted out, hands raised in the air to indicate his submission, “before you strike, I wish to make you an offer." He gazed forward with determination as two large shapes emerged, illuminated by the light from outside the cave.

“Both of you," the man added with a bow of his head, before looking up at the beasts that towered over him. Despite having been prepared, and sighting them from afar, the man was still stunned to come face to face with the pair of elusive dragons. One a deep amber, the other a light, seaside aqua, the reptilian duo were a sight to behold. They gazed down at the human in interest from over triple his height, fiery eyes practically glowing in the dim cavern as they took in the unusual sight.

“I am Ronan Schofield," he introduced himself with as much confidence in his voice as he could muster in the face of such imposing creatures, “I apologize for the rude imposition on your home, however, I have come to make you an offer that I believe you will find very agreeable." There was a moment of silence, one which the man believed his life was in significant danger, before the amber dragon took a step forward and spoke.

“We are listening, human," the evidently male dragon growled in a threatening tone, displeased with the intrusion regardless of his apology. Ronan exhaled in brief relief; the hardest part of the introduction had succeeded.

“I am Karthax," the male added, “and my mate Melusine stands beside me. Move falsely and I will incinerate you where you stand." Ronan nodded, feeling the weight of that threat hang over him with significant authority. With a nod to show his agreement, the man looked at each dragon in turn before pitching his offer.

“The coming winter is harsh, even for dragonkind," Ronan explained quietly, “and good food is scarce. I have done my research on both of you and know your mate is currently egg-heavy." A deep growl escaped the dragoness' lips as he said so, but she remained still.

“You and your hatchlings will need a reliable source of food, one which I can provide. I am the head researcher and director at Schofield Industries, a scientific research center approximately ten miles east from here." He pointed in the general direction of the lab and wiggled a finger.

“We spotted both of you from our headquarters approximately three months ago, and I have been eager to meet you ever since. Dragons are very elusive and rare in today's society, and I wish to make an offer to you both." He lowered his arm and looked up into their eyes, feeling his heart skip at the intensity of their predatory gazes.

“I can ensure you a steady supply of food, a safe place to nurture and feed your young, and a number of other specialized services," he offered eagerly, noting how their brows furrowed in concern. “I ask very little in return," he continued, “I understand it is not commonplace to trust a human, but I have come alone and unarmed to convince you. I have a fascination with dragons." They both growled, suspicious and reluctant, yet each of them was intelligent and logical. Steady food and safety were incredibly rare in the mountains. The dragoness lowered her head a little, sniffing the man in front of her before licking her maw intently.

“What if I were to simply devour you here and now?" she inquired bluntly, leaving Ronan to pale slightly.

“Then you would be missing out," he replied with a bow to hide his nervousness, “my facilities are state of the art." He took a step forward, watching them both bare their teeth at him in warning.

“I simply wish to research you passively," he explained, “I want to know more about dragonkind. I will provide you with a facility to eat, rest and give birth, and I have specialized tools called cameras that can learn about you from afar without needing to touch you in any manner. You will be safe, fed and free to leave whenever you feel the arrangement does not suit you anymore." He smiled, and adjusted his coat briefly. “You are both free to make up your own minds, I would not presume to have any power over a dragon." They glanced at one another silently, and Ronan took a step back towards the outside of the cave.

“You know where my laboratory is," he told them with a wave of his hand, “if you decide you want to come participate, then by all means, we welcome you. With your permission, I will take my leave." Another moment passed where he was unsure if they wouldn't just roast him right then and there, but Karthax flicked a claw dismissively.

“Leave," the male dragon growled, “we shall consider it, human." Not needing to be told twice, the man put his hood back on and turned to face the cold outside. Taking a few steps he heard the voice of the dragoness behind him call out.

“What would we be eating?" she inquired in a low rumble. With a wave of his hand, Ronan called back behind him before he disappeared into the snow.

“Humans."

***

There was a long, passing silence between the two dragons as they watched the human disappear into the snow. They remained still for a long while, their tails still and tense, as if expecting some sort of trap.

After a minute had gone by, Melusine tilted her head and gave a snort. “He means to feed us humans?" She commented, flicking her tail in annoyance. “He must think we are foolish."

“I didn't sense that he was lying, he seemed sincere," Karthax said, looking over at his mate. “Who are we to judge his intentions? I rarely understand them, but if I do know two things," he paused for a moment to hold up two claws, counting off his points. “One, they are always ready to sell each other out for private gain, and two, they are very nutritious." He exemplified his words with a short, lick of his lips.

Melusine rumbled at him in agreement with those words, but there was still an air of doubt in her tone. She turned and leaned her slightly smaller body into her mate, rubbing her scales up against him. “That they are, and it's been so very long since I've had a human, but he can't be telling the truth," she rasped, clicking her teeth together. “He would have no reason to treat us fairly."

“If he doesn't, then we can break free of his silly lab and eat him instead," Karthax answered, providing her with a lick of affection across her muzzle. “There would be no harm in taking a look. We are dragons after all."

“That we are, but I still don't like it," Melusine countered, continuing the debate. “We should've just eaten him and been done with it."

Karthax smiled at that, showcasing a lethal set of fangs. “That would've been amusing indeed, but Melsine, my mate," he prumed, lifting and folding one of his wings over her body. “This has been a harsh winter, with worse yet to come."

“We will survive, we always do."

“We shall, but this is different than before," Karthax said, looking down at her, staring into her eyes.

Melusine returned his gaze, and then nodded in understanding. “You mean the eggs."

“Yes," he said. “I am worried."

This time it was Melusine's turn to smile. “Don't you worry about me, you lumbering oaf. You know how tough I am," she growled.

“That I do," Karthax responded, with a click of his jaws. “You will be fine of course, but a winter of rationed foods, and the odd creature to eat do nothing to feed the clutch of eggs within your belly. I fear they will be malnourished upon hatching, and we will spend years trying to get them shaped for the world."

Melusine remained silent and looked out into the snow, weighing the truth of her mate's words. She didn't resist when he pulled her closer, and coiled his tail around hers for warmth.

“Let us go to him tomorrow, and see more of what he has to offer," Karthax continued, giving her a gentle squeeze. “I have no doubt you will give a strong clutch of eggs, but if he provides us with a steady supply of humans to fill our bellies for the winter, our young will be born with all the nutrition and strength we can provide them. They will be powerful the instant they break free, with human meals to sustain you."

There was silence for only a moment longer, before Melusine snorted in agreement with her mate. She lifted her head and nuzzled under his chin with adoration. “If there is a chance to eat humans, I am convinced. Tomorrow then," she agreed. “I will trust you on this one. And, at the first sign of foul play, we are eating him and leaving."

“Agreed," Karthax said, smiling at her words and closing his eyes, enjoying the close comfort. A stiff breeze blew into the cave entrance, and he blinked with discomfort. “Come, let us go back into the cave and get some rest. We'll need our wits about us when we visit this 'scientist.'"

“That we will," Melusine said, before following her mate's lead and turning to head back into the depths of the warm cave. They uncoiled their tails and walked back into their home, retreating into the welcoming darkness once more. “I never should've let you impregnate me before winter. This is your fault."

A deep, rumbling chuckle rose from Karthax, sounding like an avalanche of rocks echoing down the tunnel to their home. “If I recall correctly, it was my loving mate that urged me to finish inside," he said back. Melusine's tail gave an amused flick next to his own, before both of them vanished into the darkness. They would rise again the following morning, and go visit Ronan in his lab.

****

“Are the last of the cameras in place?" Ronan asked, toggling between the feeds on his switchboard. One after another, blank channels began to fill with the picture from high-definition cameras mounted on catwalks high above them. From his reinforced control room, he would have a perfect view of the action right from his window, while a dozen cameras added additional angles to capture every twitch and movement.

“That's the last one, Dr. Schofield," His assistant, Andreas, radioed down. His fingers ached from securing so many cables to the metal pylons that held up the catwalks. “We'll just need to focus the CT cameras once the subjects arrive."

“Karthax and Melusine," Sarah replied poignantly, her voice crackling through the radio as it struggled to transmit through the thick concrete walls.

“Thank you, Sarah," Ronan remarked, a tinge of a smile curling the corner of his mouth. He did so love it when the young Canadian woman scolded his protege for him. Andreas was talented and brilliant, to be certain, but he sometimes forgot the passion of science, and the very humanity of it. “I'd advise you show the proper respect when they arrive, Andreas. These are not mere beasts we're going to be working with here. These are highly intelligent, sentient beings. Cautious and proud. I might not need to worry about getting food for them if you decide to make a fool of yourself."

“Sarah is the zoologist, not me. If she is in the pen and not me, will they eat her instead?"

Sarah scoffed.

“You cannot be a biologist without being a zoologist. If you wish to study the workings of a living creature, then you should wish to study what they think about it as well. You could write me an entire journal about how the taste buds in our tongues perceive flavour, but it's only important if you can tell me what we feel when we taste it. We may be studying our guests' bodies, but it's through that that I wish to understand their minds."

There was silence on the radio for a moment, and Ronan smiled. He had to admit, it was enjoyable working with these two. It was research he could carry out on his own, but they brightened his day with their banter, and every day was an opportunity for a lesson to be learned. They had spent the better part of a year securing the funding for this lab, procuring and setting up the complex equipment needed to care for and monitor the dragons that he had been waiting years to study, since before he finished his doctorate so many years ago. They were so ancient a species, it was like getting to study a living dinosaur.

He hoped they would be able to continue his research for years to come, and he was sure that he would miss them when they were gone.

“Doctor, I think I see them," Sarah chimed in through the radio. Sat on the roof of the cliff-side laboratory, she watched through the rolling sea of clouds that stretched out all around them. The sun hung high in the sky, casting a brilliant glow across the soft, white clouds that packed together. They were so massive that even the whipping wind around the cliffs made them look lazy and meandering. Her binoculars trained on two shapes glimmering in the sunlight, slipping effortlessly between the peaks above them. As they spun and danced through the sky towards her, glints of muddled azure and amber blinded her to their shape. “The doors are open, right? I'm coming down."

A bright yellow button on his console started the motors on the back wall of the lab, nearly the entire surface rolling up like a shutter. The wind whipped in immediately, kicking up a small flurry of snow that scattered across the cement floor. The door to the stairwell behind him opened in a flash as Sarah ran inside, joining him at the console to watch while Andreas seemed to freeze in place, hanging onto the catwalk as if for dear life.

“You're sure it was them?“ he asked, his heart pounding in his chest. If they flew in through that door, then truly his life's work was about to begin. If they did not, it was all for nothing after all.

“They were far too fast to be helicopters, and too wild to be paragliders," she replied firmly, not daring to take her eyes off the open door. She had immigrated here from overseas, given up her old life in pursuit of this research. A year of her precious early career would have been wasted if this didn't work out.

Suddenly, and just for a moment, the blinding glints of light dove past the open doorway and into the valley below. Ronan's knuckles whitened as he gripped the console harder. He didn't even want to breathe, as if an exhale too loud would scare them away again. He had convinced the dragons to come out, but he hadn't even started the process of getting them to trust him, or even to stay long enough to build that relationship. Another ten seconds passed agonizingly slowly, before the two glinting lights in the distance were fully-realized forms only a few meters from the doorway. He heard Sarah gasp as they flared their massive wings and entered one at a time, the entire building shaking as they massive bodies thumped down onto the floor. Both of his assistants were tense and frozen in fear, while for the first time in days Ronan relaxed his shoulders and sighed in relief. They had finally arrived.

The arrival of the dragon pair was as impressive as Ronan had expected; two huge bodies coming to rest in his sizeable laboratory and taking up a large portion of the space within. The chill coming in through the open door was unpleasant, and he pressed the button to close the doors behind them.

“Please do not be alarmed," he called out to them via the PA system, “I merely wish to keep the cold out." Melusine kept an eye on the door as it closed behind them, growling a little as it finally clanged shut. Karthax was already glancing about the laboratory, his keen eyes inspecting everything from the arrays of cameras to the lights, floor and other humans present within the building.

From his primary observation room on the second floor, Ronan seated himself in the leather chair and rolled it over to the clear window with Sarah at his side. Even on the second floor he was still not taller than the dragons that stood before him on the other side. From there he could also see Andreas higher above looking down at the impressive beasts from the catwalk above.

“I'm thrilled that you have considered my offer," Ronan greeted, “my colleagues and I have been eagerly awaiting your arrival. Please, make yourselves comfortable, let me know if there is anything we can do for you over the next few months, and enjoy the comfort of our observation rooms. I would ask that you keep the details my offer to yourselves, however; we wouldn't want trade secrets getting out." Sarah looked at him questioningly, and he shook his head at her.

They were an imposing and impressive pair; similar in height but drastically different in coloration. Melusine was a rich aqua, with a single slightly curved horn along the ridge of her head. Karthax was a deep amber, with two horns to denote his gender and bulkier musculature in general. They were strong, swift, stunning and everything that Ronan had hoped they would be.

“What if we wish to leave?" Melusine growled in a powerful tone, leaving Sarah's eyes wide from hearing a dragon speak for the first time, and Andreas clutching the catwalk in a mixture of caution and amazement.

“Then I will open the door for you, or if that does not satisfy you, you may simply break it down yourself. I want to earn your trust, and would not do so if I were to restrain you in any way." He stretched out his arms welcomingly for the observing dragons.

“I only wish to observe you scientifically, and offer you the best shelter and food I can during your stay," he told them bluntly.

“Then we accept your offer," Karthax replied with a slow nod, “but if any harm should befall my mate I will tear this place apart, am I understood, human?" Ronan nodded, not doubting their resolve for a moment.

“No harm will befall you or your mate," Ronan said. “We have nothing in this laboratory that could even cause I scratch on either of your scales, I promise you that. Everything that we're going to do, and every piece of equipment, we will explain to you what it does and what to expect before we use it."

Karthax snorted at those words. “Machines? I don't remember agreeing to be hooked up to machines."

“They are very non-intrusive, I assure you. Nothing that will hook up to you for now," Ronan mentioned, before turning to Sarah beside him. “Would you mind being a dear and going out there? We need to show our new guests where to stand."

Sarah was quivering a bit where she stood, her eyes wide, and never leaving the pair of huge beasts in front of them. “I'm not sure I want to anymore," she whispered. “Should we get Andreas out of there? He's in there with them."

Ronan looked up to the catwalks high above, regarding Andreas seemingly for the first time. The man was holding tight to the metal railings with a death-grip, and remaining perfectly still. If the dragons had seen him, they gave no indication.

With a sigh, Ronan took a step closer to the glass and looked out at the two dragons. “We've given you our word that no harm will come to you or your mate," he said. “Now, my two assistants and I are going to need the same reassurance from yourselves. As long as we don't try anything, can you promise that you will be mindful of us? Even a stray step or tail could hurt us very much."

This time it was Melusine's turn to speak. The female dragon nodded her head in agreement before responding. “We will listen to what you have to say, and be mindful of any humans within your employ," she stated, simply. Her eyes wandered over to Sarah when she finished speaking, her eyes radiating with amusement at the obvious fear.

Sarah shivered.

“There, you see?" Ronan said. “We're going to be very safe from them. Now come on, I'll walk out there with you." He said, taking Sarah gently by the arm and leading her out to the side of the glass window, stepping past the electronics and computers to move on to the lower catwalk on the second floor.

At this height, they were standing just under the dragons' head level. Although the catwalk above stretched across some of the roof, the second simply stretched around the outside walls of the entire lab, with a metal staircase leading up to the third and below to the ground. There were no bridges across to prevent movement from their large guests.

The cameras were fixed on the catwalks high above, and pointing down towards the center of the room. Every angle was captured in high definition, with multiple levels of zoom, and altering modes to record every aspect of the dragons as they lived, breathed, and ate. There were two, gigantic squares marked out in yellow chalk on the cement floor to show where the dragons should stand.

Even now, Ronan felt himself frozen with awe at the proud beasts. They turned as one to face him and Sarah, their heads larger than a pair of stacked cars. Melusine was the closer of the two, and her intelligent eyes seemed to bore into the pair of them with a wicked, predatory hunger. Even from several meters away, he could feel the heat of their breath, and the dry, reptilian odour of their presence.

Looking away from the two dragons, Ronan gazed up at his second assistant, who continued to remain frozen in place. “Andreas, why don't you come down here and help Sarah get our new guests situated?" He asked, shouting up to the next catwalk positioned high above. “Both of you are required for this study to begin."

Andreas visibly swallowed with nervousness, before nodding and reluctantly beginning to move towards the staircase leading down. Although he was showing movement now, he continued to remain silent as he worked his way down to the ground floor, his eyes never leaving the two dragons standing patiently in front of the observatory. They tracked him for a moment, seemingly bored, before looking back at Ronan and Sarah.

“They all seem a little nervous, my mate," Melusine observed, her feminine, draconic voice rumbling throughout the chamber for all to hear. “Did we not just promise to be careful?"

“I believe we did," Karthax answered, his lips lifting in an amused smile as he continued the thought. “Perhaps they are planning to try something, hence they are moving so… timidly."

“They are behaving very similar to our prey in the mountains you know: caught in a corner with nowhere to go, and for us to toy with," Melusine said, her eyes wandering to every side of the room in a playful manner, her tail swaying out behind her. “This place does seem to have a lot of corners."

Andreas froze halfway down the last set of stairs to the ground floor, staring at the pair of dragons with absolute horror.

“We joke, humans," Karthax said, showing off his massive fangs in a grin. “It is good that you recognize our power. You are scared for good reason, but we will behave. Come, let us know what we should be doing, but try to be quicker about it. We promised to listen to Ronan, and to not harm his little assistants. We will keep our word." He tapped one of his large claws on the floor, creating a loud, clacking sound that echoed around the spacious lab.

Ronan turned to Sarah. “Go on, Sarah, this is the dream that we've been waiting for," he said. “Go help Andreas direct our friends here." And with that, he turned and left her, heading back into the safety of the observatory to prepare for what came next.

Sarah felt her heart lurch as the door to the observation room shut, her senses keen and on edge. She felt like a mouse when a cat was stalking nearby, wondering if she could be caught at any moment. Both dragons had their eyes locked on her, Melusine's eyes boring into her from the edge of her peripheral. They merely waited for them, their movements idle and relaxed, but she knew that like any great predator, the moment they struck made it too late for her. She began to make her way to the stairway down, the dragoness' breath flicking up the ends of her hairs and sending a chill down her spine.

“C-Come on, you big baby," she called to Andreas, opposite her in the room, whose eyes snapped to hers for only a half-second before returning to the massive male who was leaning his head lower, nearly eye-level with him. Karthax lifted the corners of his maw in what looked like a stiff, twisted smile. Whether he meant to incite him or not, Andreas only whimpered at the briefest flash of hard, yellowed teeth behind his amber lips.

“You're just as scared of them as me!" Andreas shot back, his knees quivering as though he would simply collapse should he let go of the staircase railing.

“No I'm not! No, I'm not..." she replied, to convince herself more than her colleague. She took the final step down to the concrete floor as if the action itself condemned her. Both massive beasts turned to watch her warily, their massive muscles tightening under the skin tight coat of shimmering scales that covered them both. She had no choice but to walk between the two of them, and from so close she could feel the heat radiating off their bodies, the incredible temperature that kept them safe from the frigid mountain temperatures all year round. She was almost certain that these creatures couldn't actually breathe fire, but it was easy to see where the truth behind the legends lay. As Karthax opened his maw to exhale, she swore she could see steaming and shimmering off his tongue just from his internal temperature compared to the relatively cool lab.

“You are much braver than your friend, little one," Melusine teased, her tail sweeping across the floor behind her as she passed. She couldn't help but follow the twinkling tip with her eyes as she hurried along, unsure if the dragoness meant to trip her up or merely play with the mouse in her presence. From so close, untouched by the microphones and speakers in the observatory that somewhat modulated the sound, she was amazed at how clear and alluring her voice was, and how clear her english was despite the entirely different mouth structure.

“I don't really feel very brave..." she replied quietly, getting between the gauntlet of dragon and finally ending up with her back to the wall beneath the observatory. Behind her, tucked into the concrete wall was a smaller, secondary laboratory, covered from the main area by an iron mesh door. She felt a little safer standing next to an escape route, even if there was no exit from the lab besides.

“You do not have to feel brave to be brave," the dragoness mused, and leaned in closer to her. Sarah immediately tensed and cringed as her massive snout dropped to her level, her hand groping for the door handle and missing entirely. Before she could find it, the dragoness was upon her, a wall of aqua scales penning her in as the female's nostrils flared. “You may touch my scales, if you wish."

Taken aback, the young zoologist relaxed as the female beast's hot exhalation wrapped around her body, and looked into her eyes. An ocean of depth and colour complimented her scales with bright and shimmering aquamarine irises, and she couldn't help but ease into those wells of calm and quiet. Her heart still beating like mad inside her chest, Sarah raised a trembling palm and placed it between her nostrils, her fingers spreading in the borders of a single scale. She was so warm and smooth, almost soft under her touch. She could feel the stone-like skin give just a little under her touch, a slim layer of fat cushioning the thick armor plates. Her tension released as a choked, giggling laughter, and Melusine smiled with her as for a moment the dragoness and human bonded.

At the same time, Karthax sighed as Andreas crept along the wall next to him, back pressed to the concrete in an attempt to keep as much distance from him as possible. He looked like a fool, scurrying like a rodent looking for the first crack to crawl into and escape. Ronan had claimed he was an assistant, but surely a human that had no desire to be there had not volunteered to assist with such research. Perhaps he should simply eat the human, and let him find a better partner.

“Andreas, please," Ronan's voice urged over the speaker, making the man flinch as if he had been scolded. Hurrying along, the man joined his counterpart against the far wall, although he had taken no time to build anything except disdain with the massive male dragon he had been introduced to. “Good. Now if you, Karthax and Melusine could just stand within the yellow shapes beneath you, we can start calibrating our equipment for the first experiment. Sarah and Andreas, I'd like to get some samples in the centrifuge as soon as possible. I believe I left the swabs and sample containers just inside the lab there, and the centrifuges are in there as well."

“You don't mean..." Andreas groaned to himself.

“If you two don't mind, could you please lower your heads to the floor?" Ronan asked the two massive beasts watching him through the window. He could already see shapes starting to form from the focusing CT cameras. Familiar shapes, somewhat similar to human structures, like kidneys, lengths of bowel, and of course, a broad, loose, empty sack. He could see into their stomachs, and in the case of the female, the womb just beyond laiden with a heavy mass of eggs. Despite being here for scientific reasons, for the discoveries he could make on a species once thought entirely fictional, he couldn't help feeling little pricks of another tension building in his body. Suppressing it, just for a moment, he took a deep breath and returned his focus to the dragons with a smile. “I'd like my assistants to gather just a small amount of saliva before we begin."

Andreas groaned at the thought of having to get close to the maw of such an intimidating beast, heading into the smaller room beside the observation pens to grab the equipment he needed to obtain a sample. Sarah was a little slower as she gently rubbed the scales of the dragoness in front of her, curiosity growing in her as the feeling of danger lessened. Andreas was already returning back to Karthax as she made her way into the sample room to procure her equipment.

Under the watchful eye of Ronan from the second-level control room above, he flicked a switch to lock the lab doors silently, leaving Sarah trapped inside the sample room while Andreas was locked in the pen with Karthax. It was time to get the real research underway. Acting quickly, Ronan activated all of the cameras in the male dragon's or and initiated the recording, gazing out of the glass window to see his assistant approaching the beast.

Karthax's head was already lowered, and as Andreas nervously approached he could see those huge jaws parting to reveal the incredible opening behind them. The assistant stopped in place, clutching his sample jar and swab kit firmly as he was given his first proper view of the inside of a feral dragon's predatory maw.

Deep red, slimy flesh coated every inch, with a huge, bumpy tongue flopped out across the center of it all. Thick webs of viscous saliva stretched from the tongue to the roof of his reptilian mouth, dripping down slowly to pool beneath the floppy appendage. A thick gust of dark, unpleasant air washed across the man's body as the imposing male exhaled, leaving Andreas to gag slightly as he inhaled it directly.

“Don't be concerned, they're here to help us with our research," Ronan reminded him over the loudspeaker, “I have already promised them food and shelter in exchange for their cooperation." From his position above, Ronan watched Karthax's eyes flick to gaze at him, and he gave the dragon an almost imperceptible nod. Andreas, still hesitant, managed to move himself up closer to that gaping gullet and begin his work to swab a sample of that slimy drool while Sarah began to make her way back out to the pen.

Arriving at the door, she tried to push it open but found the lock engaged. A few more pushes were attempted before she gave up, and she signaled up to Ronan for assistance.

“The status light says it's open," the head researcher explained to her, leaving her to gaze at the dragons from behind the viewing windows. “It must be malfunctioning. It might have been their heavy landing... just wait there for me to have a look into it."

Ronan smirked to himself, and seated himself behind the array of screens that showed all of his cameras. As much as he liked both of his assistants, Sarah had always been his favorite with her more positive personality. Now that she was safely imprisoned, he looked down at Andreas, arm inside that huge maw, and gave the watchful dragon a more significant nod as adrenaline surged through the director's body. Schofield Industries true purpose could finally be realised.

It only took a few more moments for comprehension to dawn on Karthax's features. His eyes widened up at Ronan, before he arched a brow and looked back down at Andreas. He regarded the man with a new, powerful hunger. His empty belly ached for the food in front of him. Despite this, he allowed Andreas' arm to leave his mouth for the moment. There was no need to rush this and snap the snack up into his jaws. The human was going into his belly whether he liked it or not. His fate was sealed.

“Oh Ronan," Karthax mused, looking back up at the human behind the observation glass, and giving him an evil grin. “Perhaps I was wrong about you."

Andreas looked up at the dragon in confusion. He'd just finished placing the swab back into its container, with a large, messy glob of drool smearing over the inside. The heat from the dragon's maw had been incredibly thick and intrusive, causing his eyes to water from the overpowering humidity and meaty, predatory smell. “What do you mean?" He asked. “What is he doing?"

“The situation simply amuses me now, Andreas, I'm rather excited by what's about to happen" Karthax rumbled, closing his jaws and leaning in closer, even as the man stepped away. There was something satisfying in calling him by his real name, right before he was about to eat him. He never bothered to learn that of his prey. “You did a very good job getting that saliva sample. One might've even called it brave, if you weren't shaking like a cat in the snow."

Andreas took another step back to get away, disturbed by how the dragon was looking at him. Karthax moved closer still, not letting him retreat fully. “I-I wasn't that bothered by it, really, I know you wouldn't hurt me," he said in a weak tone, not fully believing the words himself.

“Don't move too far away now Andreas," Karthax said. “You know I'm not supposed to be outside the yellow square." Upon finishing his words, he moved his gigantic paw around back to cut off Andreas from moving any further away. His claws touched the stone floor with a rather loud, clack, followed by the heavy sound of his scaled palm coming down. The sudden descent startled the human, which amused him to no end.

“B-But I'm supposed to be walking this sample back to that machine," Andreas explained. “Over there." He pointed to a machine blocked by the massive foreleg of the dragon, the scales of the beast getting in the way. “Ronan, help me please, I don't like this at all."

“Don't worry Ronan, I'm not harming him," Karthax reassured. “I just don't think he got a big enough sample. I'd like to give him some more."

Sarah began to bang on the door at that moment. “Ronan, I'm still locked in here," she said, the panic setting in her voice. “I really don't like this. Something is wrong." As she looked on, her worst fears were soon becoming more realized. Karthax's body language was ominous and predatory. He was crouching at Andreas and blocking his escape, while his tail swayed behind him with amusement. From behind herself, she heard a distinct, muted rumble of mirth from Melusine. “Get us out of here Ronan!"

With a shout, Andreas dropped the saliva sample and tried to turn and run. Any remaining courage he had failed. He scrambled to the right of the dragon's paw, trying to get around those imposing claws.

With a roll of his eyes, Karthax reached forwards and easily grabbed the human with his massive paw. He hoisted the screaming man into the air, holding him loosely, knowing that he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

“Ronan, holy shit!" Sarah yelled, running up to the side of the pen closest to the observation glass. She looked up and banged on the wall. “You have to do something, Ronan! He's going to hurt him!" When she stopped to gaze at Ronan, her heart stopped. Any sense of panic or horror she felt, was not reflected in her boss at all. The man was standing on the observation deck, watching the dragon toy with Andreas in a most disturbing fashion. He glanced down at her once, giving her a disinterested look, before moving his eyes back to the show. This was all his plan…

Andreas struggled in the dragon's paw with as much might as he could muster. He grunted and pushed at the scaled digits. The beast's claws were digging uncomfortably into his pants. He could easily be crushed, he knew, and yet the fear of what could happen next drove him to wildly shout and wriggle. He wanted, no needed to escape.

“Oh, do stop trying to escape, Andreas," Karthax teased, standing up straight and tall with all, two-stories of his massive bulk. “We both know you would just break something tumbling down from this height."

Obeying the dragon for a moment, Andreas stopped and waited, breathing heavily and looking at the dragon with wide eyes. He was clutched in the paw up to his middle. His legs were pressured together by all sides. “K-Karthax please," he began. “This is scary for me, I want to go down now."

“Not before you get your sample," Karthax rumbled, grinning at him through a veil of hard, yellowed fangs. “And, I also want to tell you and Sarah a little secret. I have a suspicion she's already figured it out, but, I'm afraid that you're not here to simply be an observer, Andreas."

Andreas felt his heart pounding in his chest. The heat from the dragon's maw was caressing him even from here, a good, few meters away, as the beast spoke to him. He had no intention of wanting to get closer. The humid, reptilian breath was something he never wanted to go near again. And yet… something in him already knew what was coming next. Ronan hadn't enacted emergency procedures. Sarah was yelling something at him, but he couldn't discern a single word she said. “What do you mean?" He stuttered.

“What I mean, dear human, is that I'm going to taste you now, and take my sweet time doing it," Karthax answered, licking his lips with a slimy, wet noise. “And then, I'm going to swallow you whole."

Andreas was silent, wide-eyed and staring as the dragon's maw began to approach. It was enormous, dripping, hot and humid. Rolls of deep pink flesh undulated in front of his face, from his thick, rough tongue, over to the insides of his cheeks that moved with his jawline, and the abyss that lay waiting for him at the end. The firm grip around him loosened and became more comfortable as Karthax accepted his prey's stunned submission, and took his opportunity to prepare him. A huge but incredibly deft claw slid up behind the young man's body, hooking into the collar of his shirt and slipping through every fiber. He shivered as his bare chest was exposed, the air in the lab chilling while the dragon's breath tingled with moisture on his skin. He could see the beast salivating as more of his smooth, cream-coloured skin was revealed. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wished he'd been able to grow more body hair so the dragon wouldn't look so appetized by him. His heart suddenly skipped a beat as the tightness around his waist was sliced away, his belt, along with his pants, fell to the floor in ribbons. With incredible dexterity, his shoes and socks were pinched off each foot at the base, and his watch uncaringly picked off and discarded, leaving him entirely bare. The dragon rumbled in a deep satisfaction, and Andreas felt like he'd just been skinned like a fish.

Now it was time for dinner.

Whereas everything before had been slow and deliberate, he felt like he was simply shovelled into the dragon's maw when he was finally ready to feed. He heard Sarah scream before he was deafened by the squelching of hot, spongy flesh around his ears and blinded by the twisting folds of the dragon's tongue wrapping around him. His entire torso, from head to hips, were laid across the beast's tongue, and as his warm, scaly lips closed around his thighs, he was treated to the sensation of a satisfying slurp to seal him away. Pulled into a tight ball, he simply clutched his head and trembled as he was assaulted by taste buds from every side. Every inch of his body was tasted, no room left for modesty or his embarrassment as the dragon explored every nook and cranny for different flavours. Thick, stinking saliva soaked into his hair and covered his face, and every breath carried with it the stale smell of the dragon's predatory breath. Try as he might, he couldn't keep his mouth closed as the tip of the tongue slapped into his stomach and back over and over again, knocking the wind from his lungs and forcing him to cough. Viscous drool mixed with his own, filling his mouth with the unfamiliar consistency of dragon saliva and the overwhelming, meaty flavour the beast carried. There could be no doubt that the beast was purely carnivorous, and that humans like him were his favourite meal.

Time had no meaning for him anymore. He wanted it to end, for it to all be over, but he wasn't in control of his fate anymore. He had already been doomed, condemned to being food for the beast he was supposed to be studying. He never should have signed on for this project.

Feeling his prey relax inside his maw, the tenseness of his muscles receding as his instincts to fight and struggle gave in to despair. It was this moment that Karthax treasured most, and why he suckled and teased his prey long after their flavour had disappeared under a coating of his own saliva. Andreas had given up, and Karthax had won. A grin lifted the corners of his jaw, something that filled Sarah's heart with icy dread as she watched the display unblinking. He raised his chin into the air, his eyes turning down to stare right at Ronan in his control room as he showed the underside of his neck to both humans beneath him. He was a King in this land, an apex predator, and sometimes he just couldn't resist demonstrating that to the peasants and prey that witnessed him. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife, and a moment later, the deathly silence was broken by a powerful, slimy gulp. A scream of terror was muffled by layers of muscle and scale as Andreas was swallowed, becoming nothing more than a bulge in the male's throat that slowly travelled down towards his stomach.

Glancing away from the scene below, Ronan seated himself behind the monitors that could observe in his stead. The consumption of his assistant was painted across many screens, from many angles, in fantastic detail as he gazed across them with a small smile tugging at his lips. Now that Sarah was safely contained and Andreas was inside the dragon's esophagus, he needed to ensure every little bit of the experience was captured for posterity. There was a decent flow of adrenaline in his system, the sheer intensity of the situation leaving his hands shivering slightly.

He could hear Sarah on the handheld radio beside his desk, and lowered the volume of her protests; he'd deal with her later. They had both been very dedicated and reliable assistants, and he did not want their efforts to go to waste. Satisfied with the conditions of the experiment, he focused his attention on one of the monitors connected to his new imaging cameras. The view was spectacular as he witnessed the ingestion of Andreas in detail that merely observing out of his window would not allow.

He could see the progress his ex-assistant was making down that incredibly tight throat, watching those powerful muscles ripple in peristalsis as they sought to drag the man deeper into the core of his predator. There was nothing Andreas could do to prevent the descent towards the stomach that would inevitably destroy him, yet he fought; squirming and trying desperately to grab something inside that slimy neck. Despite the size of Karthax his throat was still tight as he worked the meat down; one adult human was perhaps the perfect size of prey for the amber dragon.

His cameras provided the detail of the act he desired, seeing Andreas' futile struggle against those shifting, squeezing neck muscles as his feet were pressed against the opening of the dragon's stomach. Microphones recorded and broadcast the deep rumbles, fluidic squelches and muffled protests from inside his reptilian research subject. All of this caused a tightness in the lead researchers pants that he briefly adjusted before pushing his primal excitement aside. There would be time to enjoy the scenes he was recording after the act had been completed.

He watched as Andreas began to enter the dragon's stomach, forced out of his esophagus bit by bit. He focused on that gut; large enough to contain a human, albeit slightly curled up. Contrary to popular media on the subject, the dragon's belly was not a caustic pool of acid, but instead a relatively empty, slimy, fleshy sack, with a very shallow pool of thick chyme from previous meals at the bottom. Ronan felt a smile tug at the corners of his lips as he watched the dragon's prey finally enter that foul gut; despite all the work and deception involved, he would finally get to witness, research and indulge in the live digestion of a human within the belly of a real, healthy dragon.

Sarah had ceased her protests when Andreas had made it about halfway down the beast's neck. It had become clear the doctor wasn't listening to her, and it was far too late to do anything about it regardless. She watched in a stunned silence, following the swell in Karthax's neck. It was barely distinguishable in the large beast as it travelled down. Once it vanished into his chest, and moments later, the male made a distinct, happy prumm, she knew that Andreas had dropped down in his belly. A horrible fate for a man she'd only know for a few days.

Once it became clear that Ronan wouldn't listen to her, she tried a new tactic.

Turning back to face the female dragon Sarah, looked up with words on her mind, and froze once again. Melusine was looking at her differently now. She'd been so distracted by the terrible act committed in the other pen, that it didn't occur to her that she was locked inside as well. From the hungry expression on the dragoness' snout, it was clear that both the doctor and beast had a similar fate planned for her.

“Melusine, please, can you get Karthax to let Andreas go?" Sarah began, keeping herself pressed against the door, as if she could meld through it. “He promised not to hurt him."

“Yes, but I'm afraid that has changed now," Melusine said, her voice neither malicious nor sorrowful. “And besides, I couldn't even even get him to spit up a human even if he only had one clutched in his jaws. You think he'll give up one in his belly?" She said, before pausing with a roll of her eyes. “Impossible."

A chuckle came from Karthax as he overheard, but otherwise remained silent. The male dragon turned his head to watch, regarding the scene with interest.

Sarah could feel the panic creeping up her limbs. She searched frantically on the door for some means of escape, even though she knew it didn't exist. A tear trickled down her cheek. She was terrified, knowing she was at the mercy of this dragoness. Yet, for some reason the beast didn't approach her. Melusine remained in the center of the room, simply regarding her with a neutral expression.

“What do you mean this has changed?" Sarah asked. “Is this Ronan's doing?"

“Yes, I'm afraid so," Melusine said, nodding her massive head. “We were told we would be fed humans in coming here, and asked to keep it secret. At first I thought you were all in on it, but at a nod from Ronan, it became clear that it was the both of you."

“P-Please, don't eat me," Sarah pleaded, before slumping down into a seat position, hopeless and trapped. “You said I was brave. I-I thought we had a connection."

“You are brave, and somewhat interesting to me, I will admit," Melusine said, blinking once, tasting the air with her tongue. “But, I'm afraid I will still have to eat you. That is fact. Ronan told you I am heavy with eggs, yes?"

Sarah was terrified at the dragoness words, but still, there was no movement towards her. She nodded.

“That's another reason I am here," Melusine continued. “Humans make the best, nutritious meals for a dragoness bearing a clutch. I am not due for a while now, and the winter is hard. My belly is empty, and I was promised food here that is best for me, and my hatchlings. So…" She paused, giving Sarah a long, hungry look. “Despite my mild interest in you, and the vague notion of keeping you alive, I care more about my eggs than I do about you. I need you in my stomach, Sarah, to fuel my hunger and provide nutrition to my babies. Makes sense, yes?"

Sarah shivered at the dragoness' stare, holding up her hands to her face to hold back more tears. “N-No!" She said again. “Please don't. I don't want to be your food, this wasn't supposed to happen."

“It wasn't, but it will."

“No, please…"

“I'll be gentle," Melusine continued, before getting to her feet. “I won't swallow you down with a rush and violence, like my mate did with Andreas." A grunt of displeasure sounded from Karthax, but after, he was silent.

The dragoness continued. “You joined this study because you're curious about dragons yes?" She said, taking one more step forwards, hovering a few meters away. “Tell you what. Because you're not all cowardice and annoyance, I will make you a deal. One that will satisfy your curiosity of dragons before you become apart of me and my hatchlings forever. Want to hear it?"

“My curiosity doesn't extend to seeing inside your stomach," she retorted, and a twinkle of mirth sparkled in Melusine's eye.

“There isn't nearly enough light for you to see inside me, little one. You will digest in darkness and deafened by the churning of my stomach," the dragoness replied, and Sarah's blood ran icy in her veins. “But you enjoy seeing us, don't you? You are like Ronan, to some extent. You want to know why my mate enjoys his meal so thoroughly, when any other predator would simply go about his business when their belly is full? Come out of there now, won't you? Watch my mate digest your friend with me for a little while. I promise I won't eat you until you've come to terms with your place in the food chain."

Sarah took a step back from the door, stunned and speechless. It was a no win scenario, where it seemed like no matter what she did, she couldn't escape from the hungry dragoness blocking her way. There was nothing in the lab that she could use as an effective weapon against such a large creature, especially one so well-equipped to defend itself. There weren't any chemicals that could make a sufficient poison she could trick Melusine into drinking. It seemed to her like her only options were to stay where she was, or to us a pushbroom to jam the dragoness' mouth open, a gesture that might delay those jaws from snapping shut on her for a few futile seconds.

“You could always just stay in there, however that won't sate my hunger. Ronan will just have to find me another human to eat, and if he can't I'll eat him instead. By the end of the day, some little human is going to be wiggling down my throat, and I'll make sure that I swallow them right here in front of you."

Opening her maw wide, Melusine nearly pressed her lips against the mesh as she showed off every intricate detail of her mouth to Sarah's wide eyes. One step out the door would place her straight on the dragoness' tongue, curling upwards and flexing as if beckoning her inside. The air in the small lab was replaced by a warm, humid miasma that carried with it the implication of the dragon's diets. She'd spent many years in zoos and animal shelters back home and had many predators breathe on her while she was close to them. Nothing could compare to the power that the dragoness held within her jaws.

“I will eat my fill while you starve to death in a cage. All you will have accomplished is demonstrating how stubborn you are."

Sarah whimpered; it was that true that scared her most. There was no food or water in the lab with her, and if Ronan was really in on this, then he wouldn't be helping her either. She couldn't call for help, couldn't help herself, and it seemed to her that she had simply lost. Perhaps the dragoness was right, and she should accept defeat gracefully.

“You...promise it won't hurt?" she asked tentatively, to which Melusine could barely contain her laughter. She managed to keep it to a somewhat polite chuckle, but the look she gave Sarah told her everything she needed to know.

“Come out here, sit with me, and watch my mate work over his meal. Be a scientist, won't you? Observe, examine, take notes if you wish. You will understand why your friend Andreas has it so much worse than you will. Willing prey deserves some respect, little one."

Her trembling fingers made the handle on the mesh door rattle and shake, creating what sounded like a deafening clatter to her hypersensitive ears. Adrenaline was coursing through her body like she had never experienced before, heightening every sense and demanding that she stop and remove herself from danger. This time when she tried the handle, the door clicked open and swung towards her with an eerie creak. Melusine smiled as her prey stepped out of its hole, but she did not strike, merely letting Sarah walk out and stand next to her side. Glancing up towards the control room, she met Ronan's gaze for only a moment before he turned his attention back to the enormous male, and she followed suit.

What Ronan was watching from his cameras, the young woman could observe up close and personal. Separated from the male dragon by only a few meters, she could see the bulge in his midsection as a result of her colleague. As she focused on Karthax's pronounced belly her face paled a little as she watched the squirming within. It was clear that Andreas was fighting his fate, yet against a beast so much more powerful than he, she already knew it was firmly sealed.

Looking down from his observation room Ronan could see both females standing side by side. The fact she'd even come out to be with Melusine was a surprise to the head researcher, but one he supposed made sense given her general curiosity for anything scientific. Content that they would not cause him any trouble until Karthax was done, he instead focused his time and attention on his first test subject.

Nothing was hidden from Ronan thanks to the wonders of modern scientific tools, and he relished in the sights and sounds of a live feeding in progress. Despite having been freshly deposited into the foul guts of a live dragon, Andreas was clearly unimpressed with the situation. His struggles were enthusiastic, fighting against the organic prison that contained him. Feet and hands shoved against the elastic stomach wall of the dragon to no avail, and Ronan chuckled to himself briefly.

The data it was giving him was incredible; after having made the deduction that dragons could generate enough oxygen in their bellies to allow prey to breathe, he had wanted to put it to the test. Karthax did not disappoint, keeping himself right in front of the camera array while showing off his healthy bulge to the observing women proudly. Every noise the man made inside his predator was recorded, every movement filmed, every organ shifting captured for the director's cruel research.

It wasn't long before exhaustion set in on Andreas as his futile struggles wore him down. He stopped, and the stomach closed in around him to gently encourage the assistant into a foetal position. Karthax bore an eager grin as his prey settled in, kneading that thick, enzyme-rich ooze all over the man's exposed flesh.

He glanced out to see the horrified yet somehow curious look on Sarah's face and flexed his fingers in thought; she could be useful if she remained more or less cooperative. Returning his gaze to Karthax, he could see the dragon had taken a more relaxed stance. Now that the initial risk and thrill of devouring prey had passed, he could instead settle in and work him over without concern. Slowly, but surely, they were beginning to trust their host.

Ronan looked over the readouts with fascination. The heat inside of the male dragon's stomach was well over fourty-five degrees Celsius, and the acidic content of his stomach was surprisingly neutral at 5.9ph, not enough to truly harm the human at any reasonable rate. It painted a poor picture for his soon-to-be ex-assistant, who would face his digestion whole, alive and most likely mechanically by the dragon's powerful core muscles.

“Can you hear me in there, Andreas?" Ronan called out over the speaker aimed at the dragon's scaly paunch, “I apologize for the rather abrupt change in circumstances." He could see the man looking about on the cameras, and knew he could be heard. Better still, he could hear words in reply on his sensitive microphones.

“Let me out! Help!" came the calls from within, a smirk tugging at the corners of Ronan's mouth. Karthax could hear him protest as well, and a deep, rumbling chuckle escaped his maw.

“Relax," Ronan added, “Karthax is looking after you now. Based on my current figures, I expect you still have an hour to an hour and a half of digestion left. This is the first time we've been able to research this process in detail, and I expect we shall learn much from this. Take pride in your work; it's not every day you get to feed a dragon!" He grinned as he saw those struggles renewed briefly, but a dragon's belly would never yield to such a thing.

Another sideways glance told him that Melusine was thoroughly enjoying the show, and that Sarah was reasonably appalled by her employer's cruelty. Still, with her eyes glued to the amber beast in front of her, she knew a similar fate awaited her. All she could do now was watch and learn just how terrifying that would be. Karthax grinned at his mate, briefly thinking about just how hard he was going to rut her when they were done. All he had to do now was what came natural, and turn meat into nutrients for his incredible body.

Knowing that the cameras were directly on him, Karthax remained in a standing position and kept himself still. Only his tail moved in a slow, swaying motion as he relaxed, allowing his stomach to take control of the rest of the process. Although it was tempting to lay down, he knew that every moment would be captured best if he stayed put. His breathing continued at a slow, heavy pace within his broad chest, and he turned his head to watch his belly, almost as if he could see what was happening as well.

Andreas had never felt so hopeless as he lay in the belly of the male dragon. Thick, slimy flesh encompassed his naked skin from all sides, layered with the remnants of digestive juices and enzymes that prickled against his skin. The liquids were gathered in a small pool under his body where his weight pressed into Karthax's stomach, bending the pouch down a bit to cup around his form, while the walls squished him in from above. Every time he tried to move, he would simply push and bend his limbs into the muscular layers, sinking his arms or legs in a ways, before he could fight no longer. As soon as he relaxed, his prison would clench down on him again and force him into a fetal position, not letting him escape. He couldn't find the way he'd come down, nor would he ever. He was trapped.

All around him, he heard the breathing, combined with the steady thundering heartbeat of the dragon. Although the heat and stench of the dragon's mouth had been disturbing, now he could hardly take in a breath without gagging on the hot, putrid stench of reptilian gut. It filled his lungs and made his nostrils tingle, much like his skin when he left it in the juices for too long. He was covered in sweat and slime in the horrible, humid environment, and the process of his torment had only just begun.

Karthax lifted his lips in a grin as he felt his stomach begin to rumble. It was difficult to pick out amidst the layers of his hide, and yet, it begun. He held his breath for a while, allowing the others around the room to get both a good look and listen to what was about to start.

Ronan leaned forwards into the monitor as he watched Andreas begin to get squeezed in a slow, chaotic motion of muscles. There didn't seem to be any rhythm or pattern to it. It was almost as if the dragon's belly had waited for those initial, first minutes, allowing the man inside to fight and press himself into the sides as a means of escape, coating himself in the viscous, smelly fluids, before starting up the process of digestion.

Reaching to the side, Ronan touched one of the dials and began to slowly turn up the sound. The speakers in his room, and in the lab itself, began to play the distinct, bubbling and gurgling sounds of the creature's powerful gut. It started off slow and quiet, accompanied by a rise in heat that was captured in the infrared screens and measuring dials to his right. The stomach was growing hotter and more energetic, as blood moved from the dragon's body to the center to assist in digesting the helpless meal. As sounds of the stomach working on Andreas began to increase in volume, Ronan felt a tightness in his pants.

“Oh God, please no" Andreas yelled, his voice captured on the monitors in Ronan's lab and observation room. Breathing was beginning to grow difficult as the heat rose. He was no longer able to focus on the beast's breathing or heartbeat as the stomach's activity began to pick up around him. The walls clenched on him, then relaxed on each part of his body. Bubbling pockets of ooze and thicker, heavier segments of mucus-ridden slime began to seep through the ribbed, stomach walls, accompanied by the noise of a churning, noisy dragon belly. The few moments he'd had to relax seemed distant now, as he was pressured by each side, the thick, gurgling gut of his new home pushing over him in hungry, random waves of flexing flesh. The liquids that had begun as mere pools were now picking up to layer over him, as if he were covered in a stinky, sloshing oil with globs of grime and mucus. What little he did breathe in smelled of prickly, acidic humidity, and the goop rising in volume over his body was beginning to move from that disturbing, hot tingling into a building pain.

“This is incredible," Ronan whispered to himself, watching the hard lump inside the dragon's move and shift. While the building liquid content in his stomach was slightly distorting the image, he could still see it all quite clearly, hear it all as if he was inside it himself. He wished he could be down there, performing an up-close examination on the dragon and his meal, but he needed to be here, making sure the equipment was working properly. At least for the first test, anyway.

“Ronan, I must commend you on the food you serve here," Karthax chuckled, glancing under his front legs at the distention in his stomach. A swell of pride welled in the dragon's chest; even if he didn't have to hunt and capture the prey himself, it still felt incredible to consume another living being. He certainly could have ended Andreas before devouring him, but where would the fun have been in that? He was a superior creature, an apex predator. It was his right to enjoy his prey to the fullest. “It was meat of wonderful quality. I'm sure my mate will enjoy hers as well. Andreas may have had quantity, she has always found spirited prey more enjoyable anyway. You have judged our tastes impeccably."

“All the best, for my guests," he replied humbly. While Ronan could not know the dragon's exact thoughts, the sensors and equipment he used captured the biological equivalents to them. The dragon's heart rate steadily rising, and the activity in his stomach growing more violent. He wished the dragon could be hooked up to an EEG, but he imagined the scales on his head, and perhaps his skull itself, would be too thick for the device to function. He would have loved to see how the creature's brain lit up from the pleasure of a fresh meal, as well as a blood test see what levels of hormones, dopamine, and epinephrine, were being pushed into his system.

“Are you finished squirming for me, little one?" Karthax asked, tightening his core muscles to clench and shift his stomach. Deep inside, Andreas was rolled back and forth, squeezed from the front and then from the back. Thick bile churned and rolled over him in waves, lapping against his stomach and back while he was compressed. The walls closed in from the sides, grinding against his body from all sides. He could feel his very bones ache as they were compressed, his ribs feeling like they would collapse inwards and his spine threatening to pop free from his hips.

“Y-You're crushing me!" Andreas cried, his voice strained and scratchy from breathing in the acrid air. With all his strength he managed to push the walls at his sides back a foot from him, but he could only maintain it for a few moments before they pounded back in on him again.

“That is the point of digesting something, isn't it?" Karthax chuckled, his eyes watching Sarah closely as he teased her poor colleague. She looked stunned, her body shaking and still as Melusine wrapped her head around the young woman. The aqua scales of his beautiful mate twinkled under the bright lights as she gently nuzzled at the researcher, bumping her with her snout and sniffing at her intently.

“Humans are just fodder for predators like us," Karthax continued, looking down at the prey in his belly with a smirk, “the two of you get to become energy for my mate and I, where we will put you to better use. She will make your friend into nutrients for our eggs so they can grow healthy and strong. She may be only days away from laying her clutch, so perhaps you will give me some energy to breed a few more into her? In here, we don't need to worry about the cold or a lack of food for the winter, so perhaps we'll just try to have as many hatchlings as we can. I'm sure Ronan wouldn't mind watching them grow up, as long as he doesn't mind having more mouths to feed."

All eyes in the laboratory were on the incredible figure of the male dragon as he tormented and tortured his prey in the organic confines of his stomach. Melusine, Sarah and Ronan couldn't look away from the sight of the big beast putting the researcher to work in his guts, and the confident smirk that the sizeable predator wore told most of the story.

Over the next hour, Karthax introduced Andreas to his own personal hell. Sarah could feel a deep, primal fear as she beheld the situation that awaited her too, in the depths of the dragoness beside her. She could no longer escape back into the cage, as the larger female had blocked her path while she'd been so distracted with the scene before her.

Despite the situation the consumed man was decently energetic in escaping his demise, and as the enzymes secreted in that foul belly began to sear his skin he found a renewed fight within, kicking and pushing against that unrelenting flesh. Despite how much effort he put into his actions, from the outside all Sarah could see was the light shifting of that rounded paunch. The thick layer of muscle, fat and scales did much to dampen the activity within.

“Settle down in there," Karthax teased, “just relax and let me churn you up." His expression indicated nothing of the sort, clearly amused by the struggles of his prey. From above, Ronan watched with vested interest as the dragon's stomach got more and more deadly. It was a slow, agonizing process to turn man into meat, and he watched it all with a hand in his pants and another firmly on the screen controls.

The acrid chyme wasn't the only thing working against Andreas' interests as those powerful stomach walls gave him less and less space. He could feel his bones being compressed and ground by those constantly shifting, squeezing folds of rippled flesh. While he grit his teeth and held in his suffering as his skin was gradually worn away, it was the sudden crack of his shoulder giving way that drew the first real scream from the man's lips.

Sarah gasped quietly in horror as she heard it, first that dull snap and then that horrifying scream of agony, muffled significantly by the thick layer between them. Melusine chuckled at the sight, enjoying it in much the same way Ronan was above while the young female researcher cold only observe in dread. She looked up at Ronan but could barely see him behind the monitors, and somehow knew that trying to beg for mercy was not a notion he would entertain.

The director's eyes were glued to his screens, watching everything like a hawk, ensuring every little bit of the experience was captured. He couldn't deny the fetish of it all, toying with his own erect penis beneath the desk while watching his ex-assistant face the reality of a feral dragon's cruel digestive system. There was no doubting how impressive the dragon was to behold in action, and looking at the clock on screen he realized Andreas had already been in there for a whole hour.

“You see?" Karthax rumbled once more, looking down with a sidelong glance at his belly. “I told you to give up and relax. Perhaps if you'd submitted to my stomach earlier you would've been passed out by this point." He allowed himself a smirk at that comment, not really believing it himself. All the humans he'd eaten like this had been awake for what comes next. The best meat for his nutrition was of course, the freshest meat, and Andreas was about to supply that to him in droves. This is when his stomach really began to show its true strength.

“Please, no," Andreas begged, finding himself barely able to talk. He could no longer open his eyes, and the stinging sensations of acidic bile were sending painful tingles throughout his skin. “I'll do anything if you let me out. Anything."

“I'm afraid it's far, far too late for that, human," Karthax said, his tone showing a bored indifference. “You're already half-digested. Spitting you up now would just kill you, so… you're in for the ride. In another hour, you'll be a nice, liquid-like, chunky substance that will be perfect for my intestines to absorb every bit of you." He raised a paw up and touched the surface of his belly, before tracing it down, adding pressure so that Andreas could feel. “You'll be taken down for hours upon hours, maybe even a day, as you're pushed through all the big tubes and slimy tunnels in my lower body, down to my haunches." He paused then, licking his lips for added effect. “And, well, I don't think I need to explain what happens after that."

“N-No, you can-" Andreas tried to push himself free, but yelled out in horror as he felt his arm bend at an unnatural angle, right before the stomach came down on him and squeezed him particularly strong, working the chyme and bile into his broken body. He felt himself slipping in and out of consciousness, his vision going black. The last words of the dragon were echoing in his mind. He really was going to die this way. Food for a hungry dragon, and passed through his digestive system.

“There isn't really a need for us to keep talking," Karthax stated, returning his head to its natural position, and waiting. “The cameras will see what happens for the next while, but you won't be here, human. Thank you, for being my food."

Even if Andreas wanted to talk, he found that he couldn't. As the stomach walls began to close in, he felt the pain intensify. The flesh and mucus caved in on him, and he felt himself mushed deep into the stomach walls, and squeezed. He felt his other arm go, and he let out a scream, which sounded more like a horrible, terrified gurgle at this point as his mouth and nose filled with the juices of the dragon. He shuddered as the skin on his legs began to melt from his body, the bones in his ribcage growing soft and malleable under the continuous pressure of strong, kneading muscles and encompassing acid. He was losing his life, slowly, and painfully, with nothing but the resounding, carefree breathing and heartbeat of the beast reaching him now. It was hard to breathe, hard to think, and panic set in as he realized this was the end. He wanted to fight, wanted it to stop before it was too late, but he was far past that. As he tried to strike out against the crushing walls, he found himself unable to summon the strength to lift his limbs. He wasn't even sure his appendages were still intact, the dull throb of agonizing pain filling his entire body as his nerves were dissolved and digested along with the rest of his flesh. It was terribly, awfully dark, and even through it he could feel his vision fading as he realized he hadn't been able to take a breath for an entire minute or so. His pain ebbed, his consciousness began to slip, and the frightening cracking of his weakened bones filled his ears, moments before the chyme overtook him completely.

Outside of Karthax's body, both observing humans couldn't help but cringe as a sickening crack, undeterred by the thickness of his body, echoed through the room. Ronan felt an additional surge of morbid fascination as his microphones made it sound like it was in the room with him, and his cameras showed the last of Andreas' solid form merging into the contents of the dragon's stomach. Melusine smiled as a low, churning grumble echoed from her mate's stomach, and a moment later, he opened his maw and belched softly in the satisfaction of his finished meal.

“Was that what you wanted to study, Ronan?" the male asked, looking to the man in the control room. He could see the desire in the man's eyes as he scrubbed back through his footage, watching it again like a highlight reel.

“Amazing..." he replied. “The way your body processes food is marvelous. So efficient and effortless. You loved it too, didn't you? You took pleasure in it. Please, tell me, do you feel physical pleasure during digestion like you might during a deep massage, or was it brought on by the thoughts of dominance and superiority over your prey?"

“It just feels good to eat. Doesn't eating make humans feel good?" he asked in retort. “If you can't figure it out from up there, why don't you come out and watch my mate eat her meal up close?"

“I...I suppose it wouldn't hurt to leave the equipment running unattended," he replied, flustered as he looked to his lap and saw a fresh tent still bulging there. “I will be down in a moment."

“Take your time, but I'm not sure she'll wait for you," Karthax chuckled, laying himself down on the floor now that his task was complete. He watched as the beautiful aqua dragoness extended a paw behind Sarah to block her in, and slowly snaked her head down towards her until her breath ruffled the smaller human's hair.

“That was an excellent performance, wasn't it Sarah?" Melusine asked, her eyes glinting as she drew the terrified woman's eyes to her. “I'd like to hear what you thought of it. Are you still interested in dragons after watching one enjoy his meal?"

The young woman had no idea how to respond to such a question from the sizeable beast beside her. She hadn't arrived at the lab that morning expecting to do anything other than research incredible dragons from a safe distance. Now she found herself facing her inescapable demise, the agent of which was gazing into her eyes expectantly.

“I..." she stammered, glancing back at the male dragon's healthy belly anxiously, “I... can't we..."

“Relax," Melusine rumbled deeply, lowering her head until her snout could nuzzle up against the woman's cheek. “there is no need to worry yourself. You'll be food soon, just like that man was. If the boys are going to stick together us girls should too, no?" Sarah paled a little, not as amused by the dragon's logic as it was. Having spent the last hour listening to her colleague's horrific screams as his body was crushed and melted alive, she knew exactly what gruesome fate waited her behind those aqua-colored scales.

“I think we might have scared her a bit too much," Karthax chuckled, licking his lips, “but that's too be expected, I suppose."

“Hush dear," the dragoness chided, “I'm talking to my food. You've had your fun." The amber dragon huffed, but fell silent, focusing on the satisfying bulge in his belly. With her gaze back on the human woman, Melusine exhaled a warm, meaty breath of humid air across her face.

“In all fairness, Sarah, you seem like a lovely human," she purred, “but fate has put you before me and my unborn hatchlings as food. Ronan isn't going to let you leave, and frankly neither am I. Even if you ask, I'm not going to let you off easy; perhaps if we were in my cave I would simply bite you in two and gulp you down but here in this lab we are assisting our host with his research. You're going to digest alive like your friend, and the only question is whether you're going to be a good girl and let me eat you, or if I'm going to have to force you down." She smiled toothily, and licked her lips eagerly. Sarah knew that the dragon spoke the truth, and had never felt her own mortality more than in that very moment.

A nearby sound distracted them both as Ronan arrived at the lower level, unlocking the door to the dragon's pens and letting himself in. He hadn't yet put himself in harm's way, but would have to trust that the dragon's valued him as a repeated source of food rather than an immediate one.

“Nice of you to join us, Ronan," Melusine greeted, “I was just about to eat your assistant. Would you like to watch up close?" The man hesitated for a moment, but then nodded.

“I...I would," he replied, casting a sideward glance at her mate, “the equipment is all focused on the center of the pen. As... as long as you stay there it'll catch everything."

“Very well then, I will keep my middle in position for your devices," Melusine answered, before casting a hungry eye down at Sarah. “Come, my dear, are you ready to go?"

“I… I'm not, not at all," Sarah said, her voice low, almost a whisper. “Please let me go. This wasn't what was supposed to happen at all. Ronan - “ She began, before cutting herself off and looking up at the man behind the door, waiting patiently for her show to begin. “If only I saw you for the sick man you were from the start. Andreas would still be alive."

“Andreas might've been, but some other creature wouldn't be," Melusine rumbled at her, her voice calm and neutral. “Or, perhaps even another human would've been in his belly. It's all predicament and circumstance, and now, it falls to you as the trapped human in my clutches, regardless of how you got here. So, there's no sense in dwelling on it further, Sarah."

Sarah kept her eyes lowered to the floor. Her mind was racing with an answer to give the huge, fearsome beast, but there was nothing. No escape, and no justification that would convince the dragoness to let her go.

“I've said everything I can say to make you come to me willingly, Sarah," Melusine said, tilting her head at her. “If you're simply going to stand there while my belly remains empty, I will eat you in the same way my mate did Andreas. Or, you can have some measure of control: a last, gentle trip into the creatures you've studied."

There was a long, momentary silence between the two of them. Then, when Melusine began to reach her claws forward to grab her, Sarah began to take off her clothes.

Melusine paused, and a small smile blossomed on the corners of her scaled lips. “Now there's a smart decision, little Sarah," she said. “For a moment there, I thought you were going to remain stubborn."

Sarah did her best to fight back tears as she disrobed in front of the other female. She rapidly undressed and discarded her clothing on the floor, tossing each piece aside onto the cold floor. When she was finished, she crossed her arms across her chest, and looked up at the massive beast, small and vulnerable before the creature, completely at Melusine's mercy. “If there's no convincing you otherwise, then I'm not going to go out kicking and screaming," she said, looking up at the dragoness nervously. “I'll do this my own way."

“Of course you will, Sarah," Melusine purred, a deep rumble resonating in her chest as she lowered her head down towards the human. Her mouth was beginning to grow thick with drool at the submissiveness of her delicious meal, the excitement palpable in her wide, predatory eyes. “I'll see if I can even make you enjoy this, for your agreement."

Sarah winced when the dragoness lowered her head and brought her jaws close to her, hovering but a few feet away. She watched, her legs shaking, as she stared at those reptilian lips, knowing what lay behind. There was a short period where nothing happened, and then Melusine brought her mouth forwards, and softly began to lick and kiss her naked skin.

It was as if all of the tension, the fear, and the apprehension that had been building inside her were washed away in a single swipe of that hot, slimy tongue. It ran from her right thigh across her stomach, stopping just below her breast and making her entire body tremble. Her knees felt weak, shaking and threatening to give way beneath her, a fact that Melusine deviously took advantage of. Pushing forward with her snout, she buried her nostrils against the woman's stomach, making her lean across the scaled bridge of her nose while she continued to explore her body.

“Does that feel good, Sarah?" Melusine asked, her voice vibrating into the young woman's body through their close physical contact. “It doesn't have to be a terrifying thing, does it? You can enjoy this."

Each little touch was electrifying, the human's skin tingling and tensing under the tongue of her playful predator. The dexterous tongue tip slipped around her side and down her leg again, making her huff and dig her fingers across the dragoness' smooth scales.

“No one has ever touched me this way before," she breathed, her voice barely louder than a whisper. The admission made Melusine rumble with pride and satisfaction.

“No one can touch you like I can," she replied. “I know you think little of how Ronan sees this. You think less of him for how he enjoys watching my mate and I eat, but is it really fair to judge him for that? I am the softest bed you'll ever lie in. My tongue is the most tender lover you'll ever embrace. Don't you want to know how wonderful that feels?"

“I...I don't...No..." she gasped, holding hard to the dragon's snout while her lower half and stomach were bathed in warm, thick saliva. The males nearby watched them silently, both of their hearts pumping faster as the two females put on a show for them.

“Yes you do."

Before she could gather herself, Melusine bumped Sarah with the tip of her snout hard enough to rock her backwards and send her to the floor on her back. Without missing a beat, the hungry dragoness used her broad chin to push her human's legs apart, and sent her tongue straight for her exposed sex. Sarah saw stars as her outer lips were drenched in hot slime, and the rough texture of her taste buds ground over her sensitive skin and against her clit. The second lap back through her thighs was enough to snap her out of her stupor, so that she could could scream her pleasure to the ceiling and plant her hands firmly between Melusine's flaring nostrils.

“O-Oh God..." she moaned, arching her back to rub her sex against the dragon's textured tongue and lip.

The dragoness chuckled, the vibrations adding to her lustful morsel's pleasure. “That's it. You love my tongue, don't you Sarah?" she asked, her words warped and muffled as she spoke them through her ministrations. “If this is how you feel now, just imagine I can make you feel when you're inside my maw."

The young woman knew everything was wrong, and yet with the large dragoness carefully rolling that thick tongue across her body and soaking her in that humid breath, she could do little to resist. Her fate lay not in groundbreaking research, but as dragon food like her ex-colleague Andreas.

Ronan and Karthax enjoyed the show; one looking in with all the awe of an enthusiastic researcher, the other, as a cruel predator. Yet, despite their differences, both men wanted to see Sarah consumed.

The next motion from the dragoness was not another lick, but instead a parting of those impressive jaws. The assistant researcher was given an unrestricted view to the back of Melusine's throat, where the rolls of pink, floppy tongue gave way to a deep, fleshy pit. Despite how gentle the dragoness had been so far, Sarah knew what lay beyond that tight tunnel was a slow and terrifying demise, one that she could not avoid.

This time, however, that gaping maw lowered as her large tongue snaked out to loop around Sarah's legs. Melusine gently closed her lips over the smaller woman's thighs, and with little wiggles of her tongue began to draw the human into her maw like slurping up a wayward noodle. The researcher tried to grasp the smooth floor of the pen, but nothing would prevent the sizeable beast from having her way with the woman.

When her waist slipped into that talented maw, Sarah felt the assault on her groin resume. The dragon's soft, heavy tongue continued to lather her pussy in viscous drool while lavashing it with her bumpy taste buds. Even despite the situation the simulation left the vulnerable woman moaning in pleasure, her clit practically vibrated by those bumps as they rolled her her outer lips. All the while those cool reptilian eyes gazed into her own, reminding her that above all else she was still to be food for this merciless scaly animal.

The strain on the front of Ronan's pants had returned as he observed the show, and he cast a sideward gaze at the male dragon just a few meters away. He had confidence they would not attack him; he had so much more to offer than a single meal, after all. A swell of pride filled him as he looked at the lumpy bulge in that handsome amber gut; the remains of Andreas working into a mushy slop to be better absorbed into the dragon's intestines. A grim, gruesome work, one which he would be sure to replay in private many times over.

He regarded the male dragon's belly for a short while, before a delighted gasp returned his attention to the show in front of him.

Sarah continued to stare deeply into Melusine's eyes as she felt the warm, slimy tongue of the dragoness massage between her legs. Her feet lay in the pocket of the beast's jowls, nestled safely next to rows of curved fangs. She held on tightly to the bridge of Melusine's snout, even though she knew the hungry dragoness wouldn't let her slide free, even if she wanted to. She didn't see evil in those eyes. There was no anger in them to spread fear into her heart, but rather a delighted and carnal lust that was felt with each press of that dextrous, slimy muscle against her sex.

The heat of Melusine's breath made sweat appear on her brow. Smelly, thick pockets of drool were forming along the slope of her legs and her butt, coating her in layers of the meaty slime. Despite the horror she should be feeling, as all these sensations washed over her, and she looked into the dragoness' deep, blue eyes, she started to get into it.

She moved her hips in motion with Melusine's tongue. She pushed her feet into the bottom of the beast's jaw, and thrust upwards, just as the tip prodded her lips, and the slick surface of reptilian tongue brushed upwards to tease her. Those taste-buds would slide upwards to nudge or gently massage her clit, offering a brief twitch of pleasure before retreating and leaving her to recover. She gasped with need, feeling a well of bliss beginning to course through her loins, causing her to forget the fear she felt earlier.

When the dragoness began to move her in further, she didn't try to fight it.

Melusine moved her tongue over the human's pussy one more time, before slipping it under her butt and drawing the girl deeper into her mouth, using that strong muscle to direct her body past the rows of lethal fangs. She pursed her scaled lips and suckled her inside like a wet, human noodle, being careful, and enjoying the sensation of a live and willing meal all the same.

Sarah gasped with a renewed excitement as she was drawn inside. She looked down as the heat and flesh crept up her body. Those lips moved up to her belly, then up to her breasts, before softly gliding over her nipples with delicate and sensual care. She moaned, feeling those lips brush over that sensitive area as her form was softly and succulently drawn past those blue lips. She vanished within a moment after, as Melusine slurped her down into the middle of her maw with a noisy, almost lewd slurping sound.

A dribble of drool fell from the corner of Melusine's jaw as she sucked the human inside. A happy purr resonated from deep within her chest as she held Sarah inside. Her instinct begged her to swallow the girl down to feed her body and by extension, the young eggs developing in her womb, but Sarah wasn't quite yet done. It was the least she could for her after being so cooperative.

With an expert push of her tongue, Melusine flipped the girl over onto her front within her mouth, facing her towards her shut jaws, and then began to slip her eager tongue between those legs once more. She gasped and tensed immediately, clamping her thighs tight around the slimy, malleable organ running beneath her body. Every inch of her bare form was slathered in thick clear drool, making it easy for the dragoness to have her way with her. Her heart was trying to escape from her chest, the fear and lust mingling into an amazing, terrible amalgam inside her head. Rough taste buds spread her lips and ground across her clit while she straddled the thick middle of Melusine's tongue, while the tip snaked across her stomach and played with her breasts. The pleasure was immeasurable, the heat and darkness of an enormous predator's maw incubating her, and making every touch tingle and dazzle her obscured senses. The slurps and squelches of saliva around her ears were deafening, and she could feel the wetness growing deeper and thicker the longer the hungry dragoness suckled on her morsel.

“A-Ah! P-Please...Stop..." Sarah gasped, getting the meaty taste of her saliva in her mouth almost immediately. She gasped and coughed on it, the thickness uncomfortable and like a layer of oil it wouldn't break from the surfaces inside her mouth. Her hips were lifted by the tongue beneath her, her back rubbing against the soft palate above her and a cry of pleasure ringing out through the sealed cavern. She kicked back with both feet, finding only the slimy edge of Melusine's throat beneath her soles. The flesh dropped off under her toes, and her eyes went momentarily wide with pure terror as her ankles were squeezed into her esophagus. However, she wasn't ready for her meal yet, and let Sarah pull free.

The unending assault on her nethers was something she was unable to ignore, and to her dismay she knew she was about to validate the dragoness with an orgasm. Unable to do anything but lean into the pleasure, Sarah wrapped her arms and legs tight around Melusine's organ and her enter body tensed. Even the two males outside could hear her muffled cry of pleasure as she came, and immediately her entire world shook as the dragoness rumbled with satisfaction. Warm estrus poured across her taste buds as the human reached her peak, clenching her sex and squirting her fluids before slumping, exhausted, across the floor of her maw.

“That's it, Sarah. See? I told you you would enjoy it," she rumbled around her limp meal. “I enjoyed it very much, as well, but it's time to say goodbye. I'm going to swallow you now, alright?"

The tongue tip under her chest began to lift, and as Melusine opened her lips to take a breath, Sarah was given one last glimpse of the outside world. In the afterglow of her orgasm, crippling pleasure still tingling in her body, she didn't move a single inch in protest. She lay still, letting the rippling throat take hold of her shins, then her thighs, and finally, a powerful gulp and a flick of the chin sent the young woman down to her end.

Ronan was entirely smitten with the scene before him as he watched up close and personal as his second assistant was eaten alive. Screens and sensors were one way to capture details, but to see those rolling muscles drag a fully grown human to their demise was a true sight to behold at such an intimate distance. Karthax was similarly entertained, but it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before.

Once Sarah had been reduced to a decent bulge in her neck, the dragoness looked back down at the observing man with a small but evident smirk on her features.

“Enjoy the show, human?" she asked, and he nodded. She chuckled, squeezing the meat in her throat down until the bulge slid between her forelegs and emerged once more as a round bulge in her belly. The combination of her sizeable clutch and human prey left her with an even more impressive swelling in her midsection than her mate.

“That was quite something," he admitted, adjusting his pants a little, “you look incredible, if you don't mind me saying." She smiled at the man, and looked back at her mate who smirked.

“You'll make Karthax jealous," she chided, before lowering her head until it was merely inches from the head researcher's face and letting out a deep, rumbling burp. The rank stench of her guts rolled over Ronan's face and he gagged a little at how potent it was up close.

“Just imagine what Sarah is experiencing," she teased quietly, “that, but ten times worse. That's your doing, Ronan." Melusine raised her body back up and presented that full paunch to him in all its glory. “But fear not, my dear... despite my polite treatment, I'll give your little machines a good show." She winked, and gazed over at Karthax. Following her gaze, Ronan noticed that the amber male dragon was sporting an impressively sized display of his own arousal at the sight of his plump mate.

“Both of you can't contain yourselves," the dragoness sighed, ruffling her wings a little. She gentle lowered herself to the ground and sprawled out on her side, letting that heavy belly rest upon the floor of the laboratory. It was a lot of weight to carry for a dragoness, and she licked her muzzle at the delightful aftertaste.

“Come closer, Ronan," she encouraged, “come listen to me torture her inside me. That's what you wanted to see, isn't it? Karthax won't mind if you want to get a more hands on show."

“A-Are you certain?" Ronan began, casting a nervous look over at the male dragon. He regretting asking the question immediately, as he wanted nothing more than to take Melusine's offering. Much to his relief, the male nodded at him.

“She is certain, little Ronan," Karthax rumbled, shifting a leg to hide his member from sight for now, grinning through an array of sharp fangs. “But don't keep me from her for long. The sight of my full, satisfied mate has always had this effect on me. You don't want to be in the way when we mate."

Ronan swallowed nervously and bit back some words. He actually did wish to be right in the middle of it all when that happened. But, he supposed his curiosity would be short lived if he was stepped on.

Instead, he nodded at Melusine and approached the wide, softly-swelled paunch of the large beast. He walked past her forelegs and got in close to her middle, shivering as he felt the raw heat of her massive body, and a distinct, reptilian odor, so strong even from the outside. He stood there for a moment, and began to breathe heavily with utmost delight. He could hear the distant, muffled sounds of stomach rumbles and gurgles, along with the panicked yells of Sarah from within. He didn't get the details that he could from the cameras and sound sensors in his lab, but the real thing… was so much more satisfying.

He looked up at Melusine one more time, before taking a step forward and leaning his body right up against her belly, pressing his weight into her side. Her scales moved up and down slowly with the rhythm of her breathing. He closed his eyes and listened then, rubbing his hands over her, emitting a soft rumble from her massive form.

With his ear pressed to her side, he could hear Sarah past all the layers of skin and muscle, fighting for her life. “Oh god, I … feel it… I can feel it itching!" He heard, though some of those words were lost in a sea of louder gurgles from within the dragoness' belly. “I don't like this… l-let …. Out…. please!" He heard again, feeling no remorse for his charge whatsoever. He almost envied her position. He was rock hard, his member pushing strongly up against the front of his pants. As he explored more with his hands, he imagined he could feel the beast's belly flexing down on its prey, happily churning away at the food within, breaking it down into nutrients for those eggs.

And the process had only just began. Ronan listened on as Sarah continued to struggle, his ears witnessing several, muted thumps as the girl pounded on the stomach walls. She still had the same, original fight that Andreas had when he first entered Karthax's gut. It wouldn't be long before the dragon belly sapped her strength and weakened her body enough to be broken.

“It smells awful in here… p-please Melusine… Ronan… help… “Ronan heard her continue. This was quickly followed by a distinct sloshing and clenching sound, the dragoness' middle focusing more attention on the task at hand. He sighed softly, and kneaded the sides of that tummy as best he could, as the gurgling sounds of digestion taking place continued on, bearing a first-hand witness to the process, finally. For several minutes he did this, until things began to pick up quite a bit.

“I must admit, I was skeptical about this arrangement at first, but I am very much enjoying myself," Melusine rumbled thoughtfully, sliding her forepaws across the smooth floor in a stretch as the inside of her stomach gurgled and shifted. “I've never had a human pamper me like this before, especially with one of his own kind churning away inside me. It's like I've made you my little pet, Ronan."

The human rubbing against her underbelly couldn't help but flush from her teasing, and behind him Karthax chuckled at his embarrassment. “I think he might enjoy that, my dear," he added, drumming his claws against the concrete. “He's been working his entire life to feed and tend to a dragon, haven't you? Was there any point to this besides seeing us fed?"

“There can be...practical applications for this data," Ronan replied, his words a little unconvincing. He did have what he wanted, deep down, and so any results were merely required to keep his grants coming so he could afford to keep his new friends fed. While the footage of Melusine's digestion would be worthless now that she had laid down out of frame, there was always another opportunity to capture it. There was no need to be impatient, and he already had Andreas' digestion perfectly filmed.

A sudden crack and a muffled, yet spine-chilling scream suddenly drew Ronan's full attention back to the task at hand, leaning his weight in and dimpling the scales as he tried to use almost every muscle in his body to massage the beautiful dragoness' stomach.

“My arm! Oh my God..." Sarah cried, filling Ronan's ears with sloshing sounds as she thrashed inside her predator's body. She was partially drowned out as the dragoness purred with a deep, natural pleasure, her enormous body tensing and shifting slightly as it worked on its meal.

“That's what you get for fighting me so vigorously, my dear," She replied matter-of-factly, a delighted grin curving her snout. “My stomach will punish you for getting out of line. Just struggle a little if you want to make me happy. It feels incredible for me, and you get to live longer. That's what you want, isn't it, Sarah? I want it, too. I want you to survive for as long as possible, so I can feel you squirm and hear you scream until the very end. That's how you can repay me for pleasuring you."

A growl was starting to slip into the edges of her words, low, dominant, and lusty. Her tail swished and thumped across the floor behind her energetically, and the effect wasn't lost on either male in the room. Melusine was incredibly aroused, and using her tail to fan her pheromones into the air. From such close proximity, the human at her stomach was overwhelmed by the potency of her scent, tingling in his nostrils and filling his lungs with warmth. A growl vibrated the very air a moment later, and he turned his head to see Karthax's head raised, pupils dilated, and nostrils flared. It looked like the male was just barely holding himself back, and it was impossible to miss the powerful throb of flesh between his thighs.

“As soon as you're finished, my dear, the three of us are going to have some fun," Melusine swooned, her eyes locked on the surprised human against her stomach. “Take your time. Digest at your leisure. The longer you make us wait, the rougher Karthax will be. He never was very good at restraining himself."

Ronan could feel the goosebumps on his skin as the dragoness delighted in the torture of her prey. Despite how charming she'd been, and the pleasure she had afforded her prey, Melusine was no less cruel when it came to the act of consumption than her observing mate. It left the lead researcher with a sense of nervousness, and of risk, as he caressed that rounded, healthy gut in worship and in awe. There really wasn't anything between him and the same fate, should they choose it for him.

He could see Karthax out of the corner of his eye, the beast showing no shame as his heavy reptilian cock swung between his thick thighs and drooled strands of clear, slimy pre-cum over the laboratory floor. It was evident he wanted to breed, but was sensible enough to maintain his patience and wait for her to finish her meal. Even he, with all his strength, knew not to anger his dragoness.

It was difficult for Ronan not to simply pleasure himself as he listened to her belly work it's gruesome magic on the woman within. The taboo of the act, the sheer illegality and immorality of it all left him painfully erect. Few would truly understand his passion; the deep, primal thrill of a powerful predator conquering a lesser prey, especially one who was sentient enough to truly fear it. He could hear Sarah begging for mercy, just barely, through those incredible layers of scale, muscle and flesh. While a part of him felt regret at losing a genuinely useful and friendly coworker, a larger part of him reveled in it. Tens of thousands of humans had perished in the bellies of dragons since the dawn of time. In the modern era, he would be the first to thoroughly research it. History would cast him and his research in a villainous light, but it was worth it to witness and showcase such a primal act of domination to those who would truly understand the role of man in the diet of dragons.

It didn't get any better for Sarah, who faced the reality of her digestion for the coming hour with the knowledge of how it had happened for her colleague. While Karthax was busy adding the nutrients of Andreas to his powerful body, Melusine had a healthy clutch to nurture. It delighted the dragoness to know that her meals were practically guaranteed, and for that she would remain grateful to the young man rubbing her gut, even if he was no different to the one inside it.

Ronan decided to savour the moment for a while longer. He closed his eyes again and pressed his cheek down onto those hard scales, listening to the powerful rumbles and distinct, muffled gurgling sounds of the dragoness' gut as it worked on her prey. He could pick out the soft whimperings of Sarah amidst all the noise. She sounded much quieter now, with her complaints low and weak. His victim seemed to have resigned herself to the fate of being food for the large beast. At least Melusine had given her the opportunity to pleasure herself before sending her down. In a way, Ronan was almost jealous.

He was brought back to reality but a low, impatient growl from the male dragon behind him.

“I… I'm sorry," Ronan stammered, feeling the sudden chill of fear washing over him. “I didn't mean to delay you two for much longer. You can, well, go ahead now?" He said, raising his tone at the end, posing the question.

“We were going to go ahead, without your permission," Karthax rumbled, taking a step towards the dragoness, his paw avoiding any of the delicate pieces of equipment before coming down, his claws scraping over the stone floor. “Can you not see we're in the mood?"

“Oh hush, my mate," Melusine cooed, offering Ronan a reassuring glace. “I did offer him the chance to take his time, and he did. I'm simply rewarding him for the humans we've eaten today, and the humans we will eat in the future, yes?"

“Yes, as many humans as I can get you two throughout the winter," Ronan agreed hastily, repeating the words with as much vigor as possible to the horny beasts.

“Well, in that case…" Melusine purred, before taking the time to roll over onto her back, spreading her hind legs and assuming the submissive position. “Why don't you hop up onto my belly? You can lay there while Karthax rides me."

Ronan forgot to breathe for those next few moments as he heard the dragoness' offer. His eyes wandered down across the beast's sloping, smooth scales, trailing across the dip in her chest, up the swelling her belly from the clutch of eggs, and her food within, down to the base of her tail. The side of her haunch and left leg was blocking most of the view of her parts, but that certainly wouldn't be the case if he climbed on. “Won't you two hurt me if I'm too close?"

“If you stay right on my belly, you should be fine," Melusine answered, before raising her brow at Karthax. “Just be careful you don't slip down there. As I warned before, we've both made Karthax wait quite a while now. I think he's going to be… rather energetic once he gets started."

Ronan looked over at the male dragon. The huge beast was breathing heavily now, his eyes never leaving the dragoness' sprawled form. His massive, reptilian member was fully engorged and throbbing with need behind his hind legs, a small trail of slime dripping down onto the concrete floor. The room was beginning to fill with the smoky smell of draconic musk.

He swallowed with nervous, before nodding hasily in agreement at Melusine. “I'll be fine. I can lay on your belly."

Not wanting to waste another second with the male moments from pouncing, Ronan began to disrobe. He couldn't help but feel flushed as Melusine's warm, encouraging eyes watched him bare his chest and stomach. This all could have been a ruse to have him eaten as well, that lingering thought not helping the bulge in the front of his pants, making it more difficult to undo the zipper. He managed to fiddle the button loose in his excitement, hook his underwear as he went, and stepped out of his clothing, leaving it in a pile on the floor behind him. The concrete floor was cool under his feet as he yanked his shoes and socks off, and the goosebumps were visible on his skin as he waited for Melusine to finish examining his body.

“I've never really thought about it before, but I think it's adorable that you get so aroused by us. You've been struggling with that since we arrived, haven't you Ronan?" she teased, her eyes clearly fixed on his hard, uncut, six-inch shaft waving slowly between his legs. “Come now. Let me help you up."

Ronan stepped timidly to the side of the aqua dragoness' palm turning around and gingerly taking a seat in the contours of her muscles. He was amazed by how soft and smooth the scales felt under him, and he put himself entirely at his guest's mercy. A soft giggle of amusement rippled from her throat while she lifted him up and got herself comfortable on her back, splaying her broad wings out across the floor to make room for them. The soft bulge of her stomach became his bed as he was transferred from her palm to her torso, slid down and settled right in the center of the gurgling sack. The muscles beneath were still finishing up with their meal, the churning and shifting beneath his back and drawing his attention to the digestive system he was so enamored with. What took him out of his stupor was a deep growl from Karthax, so close it rumbled through his very core, as the massive male dragon stepped over his mate. Beams of amber and aqua light danced around him as the scales reflected back and forth. The curvature of their bodies simply directed his eyes downwards, to the massive obelisk of breeding flesh nearly touching his feet. The heat radiating off it was incredible, and he couldn't help but squirm as the male pointed its tapered tip at him like the barrel of a cannon.

“I'm curious, Ronan," the dragon rumbled, looming over him with a broad smirk on his snout. “Whether you're going to actually watch the two of us mate, or whether you're just going to watch your assistant slosh inside me while I move."

“I'll… probably just try not to be crushed here," Ronan responded, his voice holding a modicum of fear. He lay back against Melusine's middle, feeling the low, distant rumbling of her belly working on the meal within, and the sonorous waves of her breathing.. “Please be careful."

Karthax flashed an amused grin down at the human. “I'll be as careful as I usually am, Ronan, it'll be up to you to stay out of the way," he retorted, exhaling wind forcefully from his nostrils. He then looked down as he brought his paws to each side of Melusine's body, casting a dark shadow over the pair underneath him. He walked his haunches forwards to slide his massive throbbing, reptilian erection forward just below Ronan's feet. He was working on getting himself into a good position.

Ronan balked and kicked his legs up by instinct as the pillar of flesh loomed close. He could certainly feel the heat now. It reverberated off the tip and kisses the bottoms of his feet. The shaft was pulsing visibly, with the dark, yawning urethra drooling with clear moisture. The sight to him was invigorating. He began to share the beasts' excitement.

“He'll be careful, but do keep back," Melusine purred, her voice growing low and serious now, carrying a hint of lust within as well. “This can get quite hot for the pair of us."

Ronan almost looked back at the sound of the dragoness licking her lips. His attention was brought forwards again however, as Karthax let out a deep, pleased growl and began to slide his cock back across the female's haunches and hot, bare crotch, leaving a trail of moisture on her scales. He watched with powerful, arousing pleasure as the dragon dipped down, lined himself up with the sex of his partner, and slowly pushed himself within.

He bit back a whine of excitement as that huge, pillar of flesh found its mark. Melusine's sex slid open for that draconic cock, her wet, scaled vent-lips opening and spreading wide. Each of the beasts let out a gasp of need in that moment, pausing to enjoy that initial contact.

Casting his eyes around to look at them both, he realized that neither Karthax or Melusine were looking at him. For now, they each stared into each other's eyes, lost in the moment, before continuing on. He quickly returned his attention to what was happening just below, his own cock growing painfully erect between his legs as the show unfolded.

“How long has it been?" Melusine asked, elated as her mate began to stretch her open with his girth, textured length.

“A month, at least," Karthax growled in replied, tensing his claws against the floor and inching himself further inside. “The eggs were too soft."

“That's right. Now they're nice and firm, almost ready to be laid." Ahe rumbled and tensed her toes as those first few inches were dragged out of her slowly, one ridge tugging on her lips before being pushed back in again. “Be gentle, my mate. No need to cause undue harm to our hatchlings."

“I'll be careful, although I'm sure you want me just as badly as I want you," he rumbled, and their broad jaws opened to lock in a messy, open-maw kiss. Ronan was given an excellent view of their long, slimy tongues curling around one another as they put their love and passion on display for him. The length and depth of the male's thrusts was growing steadily as he worked his female wider, eliciting breathless moans for more from her open maw. Her body was beginning to tremble beneath him, her pent uplust given a perfect outlet. He could feel every flex and tensing muscle under his body, her abdomen shifting and twitching with continued stimulation. It was incredible being able to feel them against his back and under his fingers, but he knew that no one would have been able to feel it better than Sarah could. She was still alive inside the dragoness, as far as he knew, but her excitement was only making the conditions worse for her meal. Blood was rushing through her body, her muscles growing twitchy and tight, tensing in time with her mate's movements. The more pleasure she received, the tighter her stomach got as a result, and the more tension Sarah would be under as she was slowly, chemically digested in the uncaring dragoness' guts. The sloshing of Karthax' stomach above added another soft, squelching backdrop to their breeding, and with these two well-fed giants filling the room with potent musk and pheromones, he couldn't help but give in himself. Reaching down between his legs, he took his shaft in hand and began to stroke himself, focusing intently on the squelches of movement coming from beneath him.

“I love breeding with a full stomach," Melusine moaned, leaning her head back and resting it on the floor as her mate doubled down on her. He began penetrating her vigorously, slapping his thighs against hers as he easily pushed to the hilt after only a short warm up. Ronan was lifted slightly, able to feel the dragon's massive arousal sliding under the scales beneath him, nudging at the back of her womb and at her helpless prey. “I feel like you could breed me for hours."

“Entertaining your little pet means my meal is mostly finished. We could mate all night if Ronan wanted to experience his fantasy a little closer," the dragon chuckled, and the sudden shock of fear that Ronan felt translated directly to pleasure in his shaft. “What do you say, Ronan? Want to slide down my throat so I can breed my mate a little longer?"

“I...Ah..." Ronan hesitated, the words bouncing around in his head while he thrust his hips up into his hand, bouncing on Melusine's soft paunch.

“Don't tease him," The dragoness gasped softly, breathless from the building pace and intensity. She had enough energy to lift her head and look at her own underbelly, watching the human on it struggle to control his rapidly building release. “Look at him. He's so caught up in his lust that he might just let you."

The dragons' mating continued for a few more minutes, the room filled with the sound of that huge reptilian shaft plunging into sopping wet dragoness folds. It was Ronan who gave in first; spurting a few ropes of cum across his own stomach as the situation became far too erotic for him to handle. Both dragons didn't even notice him finishing as they growled lustily into one another's maws, sloppily exchanging kisses. As his climax tapered off, Ronan watched as Karthax buried himself in to the hilt and began to unload himself deep inside his already-gravid mate.

Firmly sandwiched between two large scaly bellies, Ronan experienced their orgasm firsthand, every bit as impressive as he imagined. Melusine threw her head back as the first powerful jet of rich dragon batter spurted from his urethra and hosed down the back wall of her womb. It was immediately followed by rope after rope of sperm-rich ejaculate cascading into her egg chamber, the spurts so powerful that the researcher could feel them dimpling her underbelly with each virile volley.

From above he was pinned by the male dragon's pudgy gut, soft with the padding provided by the digested slop that used to be his assistant Andreas. From below he could feel Sarah, suffering the incredible tightness of a dragoness stomach while in the throes of orgasm, and the sound of bones breaking and muffled screaming met his ears as she was brutally processed inside the pregnant beast. She was only still alive, Ronan mused, likely because the dragons had taken care not to crush him as well. In a way, he'd only made things worse for her, and by those sounds from within Melusine, she was in the worst stages of it.

“I love you," Karthax rumbled, and Melusine rubbed against his cheek.

“And I you, my mate," she returned with a light lick, before both dragons turned their attention to the man between them.

“Was that everything you'd hoped for, little man?" Karthax asked with a smirk, “both of your assistants are meat, and we're very satisfied with your hospitality. I do hope you've got a good plan to keep our hunger satisfied over the nesting months." He smirked, and licked his lips, still enjoying the full weight in his gut from the earlier feeding.

“L... let me worry about that," Ronan replied with nod, “I've got a good... intake program in place... you'll see. It'll be fine, for a year or two at least. Then... questions will be raised, I imagine. But we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." The large drake grumbled in agreement, and looked back at his mate. His balls drained, Karthax simply enjoyed the feeling of his mate's cum-stuffed cunt kneading around his ridged shaft.

Beneath him, Ronan could feel the pudgy softness of the dragoness' sperm-filled womb, the warm load within practically sloshing about with every little movement. It was entirely alien to the researcher, but he was excited at being so close to two perfect predators in the afterglow of their mating. Yet, even as the two winged beasts relaxed and savoured the moment, Sarah's digestion was relentless and cruel beneath those aqua scales. Melusine smirked slightly, feeling the last resistance leaving her prey as the stomach acids worked down to her bones while her powerful muscles crushed them into pulp. There was no more screaming to be heard as the merciless acids destroyed her throat, not that it truly matters. Much like Andreas before her, the last five minutes of Sarah's conscious existence were too gruesome for her vocal chords to properly convey; Melusine churning her healthy young body into a nutritious slop to share with her eggs.

“Mmmph, that's all I'm going to get out of her," Melusine sighed as she wrapped a claw around Ronan and lifted him off her belly and back onto the laboratory floor. He shuddered a little as the adrenaline he'd been fighting off made his heart race. Either of them could have eaten him anytime they wanted, and he'd got to lay between them. He knew he must have been the first human ever to experience such an incredible situation and come out unscathed.

Feeling his cock begin to soften, Karthax looked at his lover and gave her a small nod. “I'm going to pull out," he rumbled, before looking at the man beside them. “This will make quite a mess of your floor."

Ronan couldn't help but blush as the two dragons looked at him. They were being quite gentle with him now it seemed, and sharing in his desire to keep the lab clean. Karthax's concern of the floor seemed to suggest he'd calmed down somewhat now; showing a measure of patience once both of the beast's urges had been satisfied. He made a mental note of that fact.

“No need to concern yourself with that, Karthax," Ronan answered, failing to hide the renewed excitement in his voice. “I'll clean it up for you. You two have done more than enough for today."

Detecting the enthusiasm in the human's voice, Karthax chuckled. “I should've known better than to ask," he said. “He wants me to make a mess. Did you hear him, my mate?" He turned his head towards the dragoness as he spoke.

The female gave Ronan a knowing grin, before turning her attention to her mate as well. Melusine rumbled deeply with pleasure, looking down at their joined haunches with a sigh, and flexing her strong, internal muscles, making the load within her squish between her folds. “He sounds more and more like an ecstatic hatchling with everything we do," she chided, flashing her fangs. “Go ahead and pull out dear. Give the human a show."

With an affirmative rumble, Karthax placed each of his paws to the side of his mate, before lifting himself off her with a grunt. He went slowly at first in a tease. As he stood, his powerful, hind legs flexed with muscle, his warm, slimy cock pulling up and out of the dragoness' depths. A wet, slurping noise filled the room as he slid his length out and dragged the tip along the base of his mate's tail, letting fall over to the side. As he did, steaming, fresh dragon spunk began to pour out from Melusine's sex, making a mess on her scales, before pooling down onto the ground under her haunches.

Ronan watched everything unfold in a happy, shocked silence. He'd been warned for certain, but in no way did he imagine that sheer amount of semen that would begin leaking out from the female's abused vent. Thick, hot strands of spunk made a mess over her once untarnished, perfectly smooth scales. Trickles of white, viscous substance moved over the base of her tail, her crotch, and down over the sides of her haunches to splatter along the lab floor. Whatever didn't seep out of the female slowly dripped down the length of Karthax's wet cock, along with some remnants dropping from the tip. He could feel the heat, and smell the musky, salty air of spunk tickling his nostrils.

“Very productive, my mate," Melusine rumbled, flexing her tunnel to let the last thick trails of cum leak from her lips. “Can I expect another breeding like that when our next meals arrive?"

“Of course. You know how feeding excites me," his snout crept up into a grin, gazing down at the bare human growing painfully erect again. “As much as it excites our host, it seems. You truly have a dragon's heart inside you, Ronan. All you really want is to eat and breed, even if you are not the one performing them. We are going to have an enjoyable winter together, I think. Now, why don't you come around here and help clean up. You did offer, did you not?"

Melusine's smile was warm and encouraging, while Karthax leveled a slight smirk down on him. He could see the embarrassment blooming in the human's cheeks, as he slowly began to realize that properly engaging with these dragons meant throwing his inhibitions away and doing as they did. There was no one around but them and the security cameras, of which he had complete control of. Perhaps if things didn't work out, he could make a bit of money on the side selling the world's first dragon pornography online.

“Why don't you step over here and let me take care of you, my mate? Ronan can tend to me until he's satisfied. Let's let him be comfortable, and maybe one day he'll be brave enough to try cleaning you, too." A sudden hot flash overtook the waiting man as Melusine's suggestion took root in his brain, and he watched bashfully as the confident male dragon strode past him, his semi-soft, tapered penis hanging at eye-level and drooling a trail along the floor. After he had passed by, Ronan carefully stepped around towards the female's open legs. While committing sexual acts with enormous, bestial dragons was quite far from traditional ideas of sexuality, he did feel more comfortable with the familiar shape of the dragoness' nethers, despite their persisting gape.

He realized quite quickly that in order to reach his prize, he would have to wade through the small lake that had formed between her thighs, and carefully stepped in with his bare feet. Like a warm mud bath in a spa, the thick sperm pressed under his feet and squeezed between his toes, making him shiver as it nearly crept up to his ankles and surrounded him in warmth. It only took a few strides to cross the expanse, and when he did, he stood directly in front of the dragoness' open sex. He could see her walls strung with copious lines of pearly spunk, and deep inside her, her cervix stayed tense to keep what she wanted deep inside her womb. With his heart beating in his chest, Ronan leaned forward and pressed his lips to her soft outer folds, and immediately he was awash with the potent flavours of fresh dragon sperm. He held the thick, weighty mass in his mouth for a moment, letting his tongue absorb the deep, creamy flavour that the dragon's testicles created, before he swallowed it down without a second thought. His own cock throbbed again as it squished down his throat and settled in his stomach, warm and filling, and a slightly bitter aftertaste stretched across his taste buds. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with musky fumes from the lake of sperm below, and from the open dragoness directly in front of his face. Her estrus tickled his nostrils while her mate's load burned them, making his head spin from the thick, encompassing aroma. He couldn't help himself, and noisily began to slurp his way up, filling his mouth with sperm and swallowing it down.

As he reached the top of her sex, his lips and tongue brushed against her exposed clit, and immediately a deep, muffled moan of satisfaction rumbled through the dragoness' body. Pulling his face from her pussy and looking up along the curve of her stomach, he watched her moan again as she slurped the stringy coating off her mate's tapered length, her tongue curled around his penis while she tenderly replaced his spunk with her saliva. Her nethers tensed against him, her arousal growing once more, but as she pulled her snout from between his legs, she sighed softly and looked back to the human between her knees, her mate's cum drooling down his chin.

“I think that's enough for now, Ronan. Thank you for your effort, and your enthusiasm. I wouldn't want you to feel ill; I'm sure you're not used to swallowing so much sperm all at once." She smiled sweetly, despite the effortless humiliation she provided her embarrassed human host. “Perhaps...you would like to spend some time going over your new research data? You must be excited to study it more thoroughly."

Ronan swallowed the last few bits of semen he could scrape off his teeth with his tongue, feeling those many billions of little dragons sliding down his throat in a viscous glob. The blush adorning his cheeks was evident, but the caution in his eyes was mostly gone; he trusted the dragons, and in turn he had won their trust. Taking a few steps back out of the shallow pool of warm dragon ejaculate, he gazed upon both satisfied beasts with a small nod.

“I'll do just that," he told them with a little confidence returning to his voice, “you've been most excellent research companions. I'll do my utmost to ensure you're both comfortable, safe and well fed until Melusine gives birth." The predatory couple lowered their heads to him, respectfully accepting his offer. Everything has gone according to plan, and he felt a rush of excitement as he thought about all of the things he'd done to experience it. Sarah and Andreas, the two assistants he'd shared lunch with the previous day, he'd now shared as lunch for two incredible dragons. Deep inside those two healthy reptilian bellies were two sloppy piles of nutrient rich slop going to good use keeping them alive and healthy.

“Just call out if you need anything," he added as he began to head for the door back to his research rooms, “I'll be in the building. Our next pair of temp workers will be here in just under a week, right when you'll be looking for your next meal." Their eyes seemed to gleam at the news, and Karthax ruffled his wings excitedly, pulling his mate a little closer.

Opening the door, Ronan looked back at them with a small chuckle. “Ah, yes, if you need somewhere to... deal with Andreas and Sarah when you're done with them, there's a side room with a pit in the center, just over the cliff's edge. I'm sure you'll work out." Closing the door behind him, he glanced back to see the two dragons talk to one another eagerly as he headed back up the staircase to his observation room. Upon arrival everything was as he'd left it as he sat at his desk.

The footage was fantastic upon review; every bit of Andreas' organic torture in the depths of Karthax's guts was recorded in the utmost detail. Despite not having been standing in the right position, the sheer number of cameras ensured most of Sarah's demise and the debauchery that had followed were also captured. He smiled, satisfied with his work despite the guilt that nagged at him. Proper research into dragon digestion could wait until morning; he had plenty of content to enjoy in a less scientific manner until then.

Taking a glance out of the glass, he watched a s the two dragons curled around one another and rest their heads across each other's haunches. The sated predators were almost cute when they weren't eating humans alive, he mused. Giving the pair a little privacy, he turned and began to make his way back to his private quarters, taking with him a laptop and a USB backup of the recordings.

Soon, he considered proudly, the rest of mankind would discover his research, and with it, their rightful place in the food chain.