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Samael was nearly falling asleep when he sensed an intruder in his home.

The large, black dragon had made this cave his residence for several years at this point. It was located high up in the mountains, where the air was cool, and carried a pleasant level of moisture to coat his hardened scales. The dampness carried a smell of moss and evergreens lifting from the forested slopes below. They wafted into his room and cleared out the otherwise dry, and odorous stench of a massive reptile, which permeated quite a bit further in.

The spot was not only appealing in location and smell, but also in solitude. Samael did not like to be bothered, especially after a long day's hunt. He needed slumber to digest the ample meals within his belly afterwards. Typically, he would be able to nap within his lair in peace, as there was hardly a fool alive that would bother a dragon willingly, unless they wanted to put their life in jeopardy.

It begged the question of who had managed to wander into his domain so willingly... and why.

He lifted his head and sniffed the air, his red eyes fixating on the cave entrance. There was a lone figure at the entrance walking into his home with an absurd amount of bravery. From the scent, he could tell it was female, and a mammal at that. She couldn't have been taller than half of his paw. She was clad in fine, purple and gold silks, with a dress that came down to her ankles and dragged across the rough stone. Her fur was a radiant white that only seemed to further amplify the bright colors of her gown.

She seemed unaware of Samael's presence for the moment. The dark coloring of his black scales blended in perfectly with the shadows, the only aspects of his form that might give himself away being the white, polished sheen of the horns and spikes lining his brow, or the deep, softly glowing pupils of his red eyes.

"Oh, goodness it smells in here..." The mouse muttered to herself, her tone carrying more annoyance, rather than fear. She whispered it, but Samael could still hear. She turned her head towards the interior of the cave, looking directly at him as her eyes adjusted. "Um... hello? Dragon? Are you there?"

The sight of her brought only further questions to the dragon's mind. Rather than letting her stumble blindly further into his domain, or eat her outright, Samael decided to humor his unusual visitor. Her reason for coming all this way had better be good... or else, he thought.

Samael let out a soft sigh before responding. He felt a tremor of amusement in his chest as the tiny thing let out a squeak of surprise. "Yes, I am here," He breathed, stirring from his spot near the back of the cave, his tail scraping loudly across the ground as he stretched it out. "This is my home, and typically I don't get many visitors unless I invite them in myself." He finished his words with a gentle clicking of his jaws. "This is a most unwelcome surprise."

The mouse squinted her eyes further into the cave as if to make out his shape. "I'm fully aware this is your home, beast, but you're in luck," she stated, matter-of-factly, halting her progress into his dark abode. "I have a proposition for you, one that I think you'll find to your benefit."

Samael bit back a growl in his throat at being labelled a 'beast' so abruptly, but he kept his temper in check. Instead, he noted the mouse's fumbling in the darkness and pointed his head over towards a large, metal brazier ten meters away from his position. He pursed his lips, exhaled, and a small line of flame shot out from the depths of his mouth, bathing the room in light.

This time, the mouse jumped in sudden shock. The noise was as loud as it was sudden, not to mention the light from the flaming pyre had now revealed the massive dragon in his entirety.

Samael lifted his head back up and looked down at his new guest. He was a long, fifty feet in length, with a head full of spikes that stretched all the way to the roof of the cave. His horns were only a few inches away from digging into the rocky ceiling, which was something he prevented from long hours of holding himself at the perfect level for his accommodations.

The flame had revealed most of his massive, reptilian body. Orange light reflected off the surface of his black scales. His dark claws scraped noisily across the stone, barren floor as he adjusted his position, turning to get a good, long look at this rather unexpected and rude intruder.

"A proposition you say?" He asked, doing his best to hide the annoyance in his voice. "Very well, go ahead. I'm listening..." He rumbled, the deep reverberations from his chest echoing around the cave interior. The mouse took a small step back at the full reveal of his form. He allowed himself a tiny smile, a curve upward in the corners of his lips.

The mouse recovered and cleared her throat. "Well, you see here dragon, my name is Princess Rose," she began, flourishing her arm in a display of nobility. "I am a member of the royal family of the Le Mouse Regal Estate, the richest of your neighbouring kingdoms." She then paused for dramatic effect, letting her words fall on the dragon's confused, unimpressed ears.

Samael raised his brow and tilted his head at the mouse, pondering how her statement could possibly be beneficial to himself. "And, I am Samael, the owner of this home that you're standing in," he stated, simply. "Pleased to meet your acquaintance."

The mouse let out a small chuckle. "Oh please, this isn't a home, this is a dark and depressing cave," she said in an airy, judgemental tone, taking a step closer. If there was any indication that she noticed the small flash of anger in Samael's eyes, she didn't reveal it. "Anyway, as I said, I am a princess," she repeated, nodding up at him. "You know what to do."

Samael paused at her for a moment, then huffed with exhaustion, completely perplexed. "What exactly am I supposed to do? Eat you?"

The proposition shocked his visitor. "No! you wouldn't dare."

"I'm still waiting to hear about the proposition you have for me, Rose," he said, his voice growing low and dangerous. "What are you trying to get at?"

Rose looked up at him. This time it was her turn to be confused. "I... well, you're a dragon," she said.

"Yes, I am."

"And, I'm a princess."

"As you've stated, many times now."

"And... you don't know what to do with me?"

Samael rolled his eyes at this point, and he tapped one of his claws impatiently on the ground. His tail swished rather pointedly behind him. "I'm not sure, what am I supposed to do with you, Rose? Give you some of my treasure for being an important mouse in mouse affairs?"

Rose smiled at him, and began to look at her finger claws, casually inspecting them for dirt. "That would be nice of you, but no," she said. "I simply need you to do what dragons always do, and kidnap me."

"Simply because you're a princess?" Samael asked. When the mouse nodded her head, he grunted in amusement. "And who exactly told you I do that, hm?"

After taking another moment to flick away something in her nails, Rose tilted her head up at his massive snout and put her paws on her hips. "Nobody did, but it's common knowledge," she exclaimed. "It's in all the stories of old, I'm surprised you haven't heard of them." She lay one of her palms flat, and began tapping one paw on top of the other, as if barking out orders. "The princess gets kidnapped, the dragon demands treasure from the kingdom, and then a lovely prince comes to save and whisk me away to be married." She said. As she finished, she lifted her paws up to her face and struck a swooning, romantic pose, her mind drifting away to some, faraway fantasy for the brief moment in time.

All the while, Samael just continued to stare, completely bewildered.

The princess then snapped out of her trance and gestured at him quickly. "So, I'm just getting rid of the first step and giving you myself," she said, nodding her head. "The best gift in the world, if I do say. You are to take me prisoner, and then a prince is going to come and rescue me."

A dawning comprehension came across Samael's features. He smiled at the small mouse, showing just the tips of some of his fangs. "So, you think I'm in the business of kidnapping princesses, and eating princes, is that it?"

"Why wouldn't you be, you're a dragon after all, aren't you?" Rose stated, with an air of confidence. "So there, you see? I've brought myself before you and made everything much easier." She nodded her head and looked around. "So, where is the bedchamber where I'll be staying?"

Samael didn't bother answering that question. "I'm going to need some help understanding your logic first," he asked, holding his devious smile, though his red eyes were beginning to narrow somewhat. "As a simple beast with simple motivations, I'm not sure I grasp how a mouse of your stature came to this conclusion."

Rose rolled her eyes at him and let out an exasperated sigh. "Listen dragon, when my prince shows up, if you manage to defeat him, my kingdom will grant you a gift of treasure in order to ensure my successful and unharmed release," she exclaimed. "It's a win win situation for you!"

"Unless of course, this prince of yours manages to slay me," Samael rumbled. "I'm not in the business of kidnapping princesses, Rose. It brings unwanted attention to myself, and next thing I know, I have an entire mouse army approaching the entrance to my home. And anyway, tell me, how is this prince going to know where to find you?"

"I've informed my servants outside to bring him here once I've been kidnapped."

"Ah yes, of course of course; that sounds like a wonderful start to a relationship," Samael said, his sarcasm lost on the smaller creature in front of him. Flexing his limbs, he began to stand up. The motion was rather quiet and predatory for a creature of his size, hardly making a noise save for the scrape of his tail scales on the stone ground. "And also, tell me, do you see any piles of treasure around my home, or anything resembling a chamber for you to stay in?"

The mouse paled slightly when he stood up, gulping rather nervously. "N-No, I don't. But surely all dragons are - "

"No... no they aren't, mouse," Samael growled, turning to stand directly in front of Rose, his massive body towering before her. He kept his limbs bent and his body low, to account for the low ceiling of the cave, though he did this with seemingly little effort. "I have no treasure to comfort me in the night, as I don't want it," he said, snorting out from his nostrils, a deep rumble sounding in his chest. That part was only partly true, but there was no need for his rude guest to know. "I have no chambers for my kidnapped princesses, because I don't kidnap them. I eat mice, but princesses I avoid. They bring a world of trouble to my private home that I would rather do without." He was breathing rather heavily now, his claws digging into ground, impaling the rock.

"You don't have any treasure?" Rose asked, poking her head to the side as if to look past him.

"I don't see any around here, do you?" Samael breathed.

"N-No, but, you could probably use some, couldn't you?" Rose continued. "If you win, then - "

"Yes yes, I understand your offer, little mouse," Samael continued, interrupting her with a clicking of his jaws that made her flinch. "Eat the prince that comes to kill me, then let you return to your happy little kingdom after bartering for a reward, yes? That's how you expect this to go?"

"Mm... y-yes?" Rose said, suddenly not too sure of herself.

"And there's your first lie, unfortunately," Samael rumbled, taking a small, single step forwards. "You expect the prince to kill me, and the two of you live happily ever after in your fairy-tale kingdom."

Finally sensing that she was in some sort of danger, Rose began to backup towards the entrance of the cave, holding up her paws. "Not at all... if you eat him, then he is not worthy of me. He needs to prove himself!"

"Yes, that certainly seems fair," Samael rumbled, amused at the situation as he continued forward, rather slowly, with purpose. "I'm sure your would-be suitor loves that idea."

"Don't you dare come near me dragon! I can be kidnapped without you putting your gross, reptile paws all over me." She yelled. "If you won't act like a dragon from the stories I've heard, then I'll find a dragon that will."

With a sigh, Samael took a moment to raise a paw to his brow, massaging the scales there with his claws. He was having difficulty comprehending how such a tiny creature could provide him with such disrespect. Her voice was grating on his ears.

Then, he dropped his paw back to the ground and looked at her, an idea forming in his mind.

"I'm afraid it's far too late for you to leave my cave now, Rose," Samael purred, the words rolling from his lips as he regarded her with insidious intent. "You've been rude to me in my own home, threatened me, and informed me that even MORE mice are on the way to disturb my privacy in the future. I've eaten mice for far less than that..."

"None of those mice were royalty though, dragon," Rose huffed, putting her foot down, and doing her best to remain straight, though her body was shuddering with fear. "I am important! I will not let you do this to me! Servants! Come and take me out of HE - "

Before Rose could finish, Samael reached forwards with his claws and grabbed the mouse off her feet. A terrified squeak blasted around in the interior of the cave, making him flinch from the unfamiliar noise. He kept two of his claws around her waist, the other pinning her shoulders down against his palm, as he lifted her into the air up to his muzzle, growling with annoyance.

"Allow me to educate you, princess, on what happens to a mouse when it's rude to the creature that dines on it," Samael stated, his red eyes burrowing down into her terrified face with rage. His hot breath washed over her in his anger as he exhaled, causing her to cough and cry out in fear.

He was distracted for a moment however, when he saw another, small mouse poke their head in around the side of his cave entrance. This one was slightly smaller, with a brown coat of fur and a tan, dirt-covered robe. Clearly not of royalty, like the mouse clutched in his paw.

And smarter as well, Samael thought to himself with a chuckle. She wasn't taking a single step inside.

"You, mouse, you are one of this one's servants, yes?" Samael called out, his deep, draconic voice causing the new arrival to visibly recoil from the opening. "Oh, leaving so soon? But I have your princess!" He said, shaking her rather violently with quick motions of his paw.

When he finally stopped, the princess looked back at the servant, her hair and dress a bedraggled mess of disorganization along her once perfect form. "You! Get the others and get me out of here, this INSTANT."

"Don't listen to her, little servant. Listen to me, and don't be afraid... your princess has volunteered to take all of the abuse I'm willing to dish out to mice today," he rumbled, chuckling to himself, just at the same time as Rose let out a pained, shriek of horror. "Go now! And tell your prince to come and claim his bride. I will be waiting with her, as planned."

Samael watched that tiny head dart back around the entrance of the cave, and was gone. He then returned his attention to the mouse in his paw, slowly licking his lips in a malicious tease.

"Well, perhaps not entirely according to plan," he said, growling in his throat as he regarded his small, mouse toy."

"D-Don't eat me dragon, please!" Rose yelled, trying uselessly to push herself out of his grip, tears streaming down her furry cheeks. "Release me at once!"

"I grow tired of your attempts to order me around, mouse," Samael said with a huff, holding her even closer to the points of his lethal fangs. He watched her with amusement as she turned her head and closed her eyes, clearly bothered by the heat and stench of his meaty breath. "Even now, when I have your delicious little body mere inches from my mouth, you don't stop barking demands."

Even in that moment, the princess failed to heed his words. "My prince will KILL you! You'll see," she yelled at his nose. "And if he fails, an army of mice will come and butcher you in this cave, dragon. My people will -"

Before the mouse could finish, Samael flicked the tip of his tongue at her and slapped her across the face. It was a gentle slap, but enough to make the spoiled princess stammer in surprise, and suddenly begin to cough as thick, reptilian saliva dripped down her face.

He had to give the mouse credit: at least she was being courageous. But, Samael concluded, this was perhaps only due to a lifetime of getting what she wanted through demands. This was her own method of self-defence and denial. All the better for him.

"Nothing is going to happen to me, mouse," he growled, giving her a vicious smile. "I would be very worried however, about what's going to happen to you. I'm not going to kill you yet, no, not until the prince arrives to rescue you. Turns out I have a nice, warm place for you to stay for the next couple of days...."

"And trust me, this place isn't in any of the stories you've heard."

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It was three days later when the prince finally arrived.

Samael lifted his head from the cave floor, sensing the intruder's arrival long before anyone appeared at the entrance. It wasn't the sound of footsteps that initially gave his visitor away, but rather the dull clanking of armor that rang out like a drum. It was a peculiar noise to hear up in the mountains. Tt was also quite amplified down the length of the cave to his own, slumbering location.

Only an idiot would approach a dragon without stealth, especially if they intended to slay them. But, then again, Samael thought, if this prince is anything like Rose, then brains aren't exactly something he should expect.

Still, there was no reason to assume that the mouse wouldn't be dangerous somehow. With the expectation of slaying a dragon, surely his adversary came prepared.

Samael kept his head level and watched the cave entrance for a short while. His body was sprawled sideways at the back of the cave, once again cloaked in darkness and hardly visible to the naked eye. He only had to wait a moment longer, before sure enough, a male mouse in fully clad, metal armor came marching around the corner and into his cave.

He couldn't help but roll his eyes at the sheer silliness of it all. It was a single mouse... not even an army of his brethren or soldiers to back him up. He'd been hoping for some sort of selection in his meal to come, but it seemed there was only a single prey on the menu for tonight.

As the mouse stepped closer, Samael made note of the weapons he was carrying. On the mouse's back was a sheathed short-sword, along with a steel shield held by a brown, leather strap across his chest. Clutched in his paws was a long, vicious-looking pike with a pointed tip, and barbs decorating the shaft just below the blade. It was enough to pierce his scales, and certainly his eyes, if the mouse got close enough.

Samael narrowed his expression with anger and watched, choosing not to reveal himself just yet. The mouse was scanning the cave back and forth, and holding the pike high at the ready. He wasn't in any danger yet, but if the mouse got close enough, he was going to bat him away with an outstretched paw.

It was then that the mouse stood up straight in the middle of the cave, and shouted at him.

"Dragon, show yourself!" The mouse yelled. "It is I! Prince Randal, of the great, Mouse House of Randal. I have come to save the princess, whom you've kidnapped with all such wicked and malicious intent. Come out from the shadows, and I shall fight you to the death for her honor."

Instead of answering the mouse's demands right away, Samael simply stared. The mouse couldn't even see him in the shadows, and was barking into the dark like some mad, invincible warrior. He could simply reach out right now and squash him if he so desired. But, as there was no fun in that, and he wanted to talk to the tiny prince for a while, he shook himself out of his dumbfounded stupor, and sighed.

"Did you really come all this way to fight me in an honorable duel to the death?" Samael rumbled, causing the prince to freeze in his tracks, and look back into the darkness.

"Yes, indeed I did dragon," Randal said. "I've been informed by my princess' most trusted servants that I am to fight you to win her honor. She is being held captive here, and I am to best you in combat like the stories of old. Only then will I win her hand in marriage."

"Ah, I see," Samael said, a smirk forming on his snout. "I've been informed you were coming, tiny prince. I was considering many ways in which you could attack me, but I must say, marching in here with a noisy set of armor and announcing your presence wasn't something I considered. In your position, I would've attempted some form of stealth." He mused, tapping his claws on the cave floor.

The sound echoed around the interior of the cavern, perhaps betraying just how close he was to the mouse.

Prince Randal took a nervous step back, before regaining his composure. "I would never attempt such a cowardly tactic," he said. "I am a noble warrior, and to win Princess Rose, I will face my challenge head-on."

As the mouse finished speaking, Samael leaned forwards and once again, lit the massive, metal brazier with a quick blast of flame from the depths of his maw.

The noise startled the prince to an alarming degree, who took a fast hop backwards, followed by a frantic backpedaling of a few steps before stopping, his armor clacking together rather loudly. He nearly dropped the pike, before quickly catching it and hugging it against his chest awkwardly.

Samael gave him a large, wicked smile in the light, now that the entirety of his bestial form had been revealed. "And what do you think of this challenge? Are you prepared?" He teased.

Randal let out a frightened squeak as he tried to respond, before coughing and clearing his throat. He readjusted the pike against his armor and got a good grip on it. He held out the weapon with a shaking stubbornness, though he was certainly unsure about his situation now. "I come as prepared as I can be," he breathed, fearful eyes trailing over the length of Samael's body. "Though you are quite a bit larger than I anticipated."

"Oh? And how large did you imagine a dragon would be?" Samael inquired, holding his expression of amusement.

"Perhaps the size of a large horse, or a carriage," Randal answered, his voice shaking. "N-Not like you."

"No, not like me at all," Samael grunted plainly, his fangs vanishing behind his lips as he resumed a neutral expression. "Your Princess had some very false assumptions of me when she arrived as well. It seems that most stories of my kind are shared incorrectly among your kind, mouse, and it was a mistake for you to come here."

At the mention of the princess, Randal shook his head and brandished the pike in a threatening manner once more. "Princess Rose! So you do have her, you foul beast," he exclaimed. "You must release her, right now."

"Or else what, little mouse? You'll attack me with that toy?" Samael droned, doing his best to sound bored with the whole situation now. "Look at me, Randal... do you really think you have the slightest chance? Alone?"

"I must have a chance," Randal said, though he was very unsure of himself. "I have heard the stories of princes before me, saving their beloved from the clutches of a foul, fire-breathing beast."

"You mean the ones as large as a horse?"

There was a pause for a moment, before Randal spoke again. "Yes."

"Well, as you can see, that is not my size," Samael grunted, rolling over onto his side and letting his limbs sprawl out on the cave floor. The ground practically shook under him. "So, you are now faced with two choices, mouse. I am not a mindless and violent creature, so I'll give you a chance to save yourself, and also your lovely princess."

Randal looked up at those words, finding some hope. "You will?" He asked.

"Indeed I will," Samael answered, rumbling deeply in his throat. "I have the princess trapped here in this case, in a prison of my own making. I will give you an opportunity to free her, but only if you drop that pike, and all your weapons. Place them on the cave floor, and surrender yourself to me."

There was a moment of hesitation from the mouse prince as he considered the dragon's offer. "B-But, the code of honor demands that I fight for the hand of my betrothed," Randal answered, standing strong once more and holding the weapon to bare. "How do I know that you aren't lying?"

Samael sighed rather heavily in response. He was growing tired of these games, and the silly courage these tiny, royal mice all seemed to hold. He decided to force a decision.

"It doesn't matter what you think, mouse, I'm giving you ten seconds," Samael rasped.

"T-Ten seconds?"

"Yes, ten seconds, starting now," The dragon said, beginning to tap his claws in a series of sharp clicks on the stone floor. "Either you drop your weapons and take my offer, or I'm snapping you up in my jaws and swallowing you whole."

The threatening words made another, terrified squeak erupt from Randal's throat, an involuntary noise of horror. He looked up at the dragon, towering above him, all the way up to the roof of the cave, and that was when the beast was laying down! He looked over the reptile's body once more time, all the way to the end of the tail. It seemed so far off in the distance...

He then looked at the size of the pike in his paws.

"Three...two..." Samael growled.

The pike, sword, and shield of Prince Randal all dropped as one, clattering to the ground. The mouse stared at all of them, as if surprised he did it, before returning his gaze to Samael with a nervous gulp.

Samael curled his lips in a wicked smile. "Very good, little Randal, very good," he said. "That wasn't so hard now, was it?" He stretched forward a single claw to touch the weapons strewn upon the floor, nudging the pike with an unimpressed scoff. "This couldn't even pierce my scales if you tried. You made the right choice."

Randal took a step back from the dragon's claw, giving it a wary eye. He still wasn't sure if he agreed with the dragon.

When the mouse didn't say anything further, Samael flicked away the weapons with that same claw, sending them spinning off to the side of the cave. The sudden noise and motion caused the Prince to jump in fear, something that made the large reptile chuckle all the more. "You won't be needing those anymore," he said, tilting his head to the side, hot breath streaming from his maw. "I'll bet you're wondering where your Princess is now, yes? Now that you've given up your weapons, I suppose you deserve a hint."

The dragon allowed himself to relax now that the weapons had been removed. He lay back further on his side and slid his tail back, his hind legs crossed over each other for the moment. "She is inside this cave, in a prison of sorts," he began, giving the Prince an amused look. "But not in a cage or a cell. Do you know where she might be?"

The riddle only confused Randal. He looked up at the ceiling, then over to the side as if to peer beyond the giant dragon in front of him, only to find it impossible. "She's here? In the cave? But I can't see her, or hear her," he said. The cave was only so big, it didn't make any sense to the mouse that he couldn't find her if she was present.

"I suppose that was a bit too general," Samael said, rolling his eyes and snorting at the smaller creature, kicking up some dust. "Here's a hint that's a bit more direct: she's... inside me." He then smiled at him, showing some teeth.

Randal looked up at the dragon in horror at those words, looking along the length of his body. "You... ate her? She's dead?" He squeaked, in an exasperated tone.

The dragon quickly shook his head. "Oh no no no, she is not dead, Princess Rose is still very much alive," he rumbled, before ever so slightly beginning to move his hind leg back, and then lifting it upwards to reveal the most intimate areas under his tail.

His male bits were rather unusual for a dragon. Rather than the deep vent of most reptiles, Samael himself sported a rather hefty and smelly, scaled sheath, completed with a set of external testicles hanging just below. The entire crotch was covered in a lighter shade of grey scales, much like his belly and chest. As he displayed himself, he rolled his haunches backwards to allow his royal visitor a better view, allowing his balls to rest on the inside of his thigh closest to the ground. A noticeable, dry musk began to fill the immediate vicinity of the cave.

"She's inside me, yes, but not dead," Samael explained, coupled with a deep, hearty chuckle. "I didn't have any proper cage befitting a Princess in my lair, so... I fed her to my cock, and I'm holding her in my balls. The left one, to be exact."

Randel looked away from the beast, shielding his eyes. He was about to scold the dragon out of habit for such disgusting behaviour, but when he heard those words... he could only return his gaze to that reptilian junk and stare. His jaws were open as he studied them, unable to comprehend what the dragon told him. Both the princess and himself had lived a very sheltered life, unable to imagine any sexual acts beyond the promise of losing their virginity to their betrothed. To hear such a thing was beyond his imagination.

"You did... what?" He answered, his little body shaking. "That's horrible!"

Samael gave the mouse a wicked grin. "I disagree. For me it has been a very pleasant experience," he said. "Whenever I'm sleeping, or laying very still, I can feel her sloshing around in there."

The prince shuddered visibly as he pictured exactly that. His princess, trapped within the balls of a gross, feral beast, her perfect paws pushing up against the scaled flesh from the inside. But then, the logistics of the situation made him question Samael's words. "It's impossible that she's been in there for three days," he admitted, shaking his head. "There's no air, and she can't eat or drink anything. Princess Rose is dead, and you're mocking me."

Samael turned his head towards the mouse to look directly at him. "But I assure you that she is, little mouse. I find that a tiny creature such as your princess can live for up to four or five days within a dragon's ballsack," he revealed. "They do have air, and yes, they do have something to eat and drink." There was a pause as he finished speaking. He raised his brow and licked his lips at the male mouse, wondering how long it would take to get a reaction.

It didn't take long. Randal retched at hearing this revelation, putting his hands on his knees and hunching over for a moment. "She... she..." he began, before finding himself unable to continue.

"Why yes, I'm sure she has. How else would you expect her to survive?" Samael commented, followed by a quick, gruff laugh. "Any mouse will start to swallow my seed in there, if forced to be inside them for this long. It's a shame you didn't come here earlier, but I will grant you the opportunity to set her free. It's not too late"

Once he managed to recover himself, Randal pushed himself back into a standing position. The thought of the princess being trapped in there, inside the dragon's privates, was enough to spur him onwards. He'd expected to come and rescue her just such a beast, and to free her from his infernal prison. How was this any different?

He had no choice but to work with the creature. He feared he already knew the task ahead of him before asking, but he needed to pose the question regardless. "What do you want me to do?" He asked. The question felt dirty, coming from his mouth, and he regretted the words instantly. He should be trying to kill the beast, and rescue the princess that way.

But what choice did he have? At least nobody was witnessing this affront to his honor.

"I can tell from your disgusted expression, that you already know what I want you to do," Samael purred, moving his large body closer and resting his chin on his paw, showing his fangs in a happy smirk. "I'm going to use you as a sexual toy, just as I did with the princess," he began. "I've been saving the princess with my load for a long while now... letting her stew, and letting my arousal build. You're going to get between my legs, get me hard, and offer yourself as a snack to my dick. In return, I'll let you grab the princess inside, and ride my orgasm back out. If you manage this, I will let you leave with her. What do you say?"

Randal had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from throwing up. He could smell the dragon's musk from all the way over here, a smoky, salty aroma that had a texture forming in the back of his nose. It was revolting. He could only imagine what the beast's crotch would be like from up close...and inside. He shivered again.

"And what if I say no, dragon?" He retorted, desperately reaching for another solution. "How can I trust you?"

Samael chuckled and slowly licked his lips. "If you refuse, then I'm going to swallow you whole, cum your little princess onto my belly, and then eat her as well," he revealed. "You will both die inside me, to be nothing more than a dragon's meal. My stomach will break you down, and your greatest accomplishment will be to add a small measure of fat to my haunches." He teased, giving the mouse a wink. "You decide."

Randal figured that would be the answer he got. Either he tried to fight the dragon, or he had to subject himself to this sick and disgusting game. Either way he would end up inside the beast, but at least one option held the chance of him getting out alive. "How do I know she's in there? And how do I know you're telling the truth?" He further inquired.

"A very good question, your highness," Samael said in a mocking tone. "Tell you what, before we go ahead with this arrangement, I will allow you to have a listen on the outside of my sac. I assure you it won't take long to recognize some movements in there. Hell, you might even be able to talk to your little princess, if you're lucky."

Keeping his eyes closed for just a moment, Randal considered the proposal. He lifted his head and gazed along the dragon's body, his eyes trailing all the way down between those massive, hind limbs, feeling a surge of disgust once again. "I... I can agree to this, dragon," he answered. "Seeing as though I don't have a choice."

Samael growled in agreement. "No, you don't have a choice. You're being rather smart about this," he hummed. "Now, let' go ahead and get started. Take off all your armor and clothes please, right now."

Randal stared at the dragon in disbelief. "You want me to do what?"

"Take...off... your armor and clothes," the dragon repeated with a growl, emphasizing each word. "I'm not going to be pushing you inside with a full set of armor on, and I'm not going to repeat myself."

"Ah," Randal said, finding the only appropriate response to being asked to disrobe by an extremely dangerous beast. A thousand different complaints and orders came to the mind of the royal mouse, but here, he seemed to be nothing more than a sex slave. Testing the patience of this dragon would get him nowhere. This was truly the lowest moment of his life.

He blushed as he began to unfasten the clips on his armor plating, letting his chainmail gloves fall to the floor, before starting to work on the shoulders. Unlike a simple set of clothing, armor was a lengthy and difficult process. Usually he had numerous servants to assist him in this regard, but to do this alone, and under the watchful eye of Samael, it was an awkward ordeal.

After a full minute of the mouse fiddling with his belt, Samael cleared his throat. "Can you hurry up, mouse? I'm starting to think eating you would be easier."

"Yes yes I'm going," Randal snapped, frustrated with himself and the entire situation. When the voracious dragon gave him a glare however, he wilted and returned to his task. "I mean yes, yes sir, please don't hurt me." It was difficult to shed that princely authority, even in the face of death.

Eventually the pieces of armor fell to the floor, leaving only tunic, and a set of loose-fitting red pants, typical of the clothing worn beneath a set of full plating. With a deep breath and a nervous swallow, Randal pulled down his pants, stepping out of them, and then taking off his shirt and throwing it to the side.

Samael made a pleased noise and looked at the mouse with a different kind of hunger. "Yes, that's very good, my prince," he mocked. "And now get rid of the undergarments. You don't need them where you're going."

With a final grumble and a red tint on his face, Randal obeyed the beast, reaching down with his paws to take off the last of his clothing. Any last shred of dignity and protection the mouse had now law on the floor at his footpaws.

"I can certainly see that a life of luxury and power hasn't affected your pleasing form, Prince," Samael said in a mocking fashion. "I was expecting some fat on you, but it turns out you're also nice to look at... just like the Princess." He let those words hang in the air for a moment, clicking his fangs together to echo in the cave.

Those words only made Randal blush further. "Can we please just get on with this?" He begged, looking down to the ground and covering himself with his paws. "This is embarrassing enough."

"Oh, but it's about to get much, much worse... if you want to save her that is," Samael growled. "But, if you wish to proceed then I won't deny you the chance. You have to rescue your prize from the dragon's tower after all." He joked, chuckling to himself as he stretched a paw forwards, holding it flat against the ground, palm facing up.

Randal took an involuntary step backwards with a frightful gasp, fearing that the large beast would simply snatch him up. He raised his arms to defend himself, only to lower them with a whimper when nothing happened. He stared at the dragon's claws for a moment, then back up towards those red eyes, looking for some kind of reassurance.

Rather than give anything, Samael simply flexed his claws and let out an impatient growl. "I'm only going to offer a ride up onto my body once, mouse," he said. "Then, I won't be giving you a choice."

Biting back another whimper and swallowing in nervousness, Randal approached the dragon's paw, eyeing each of those lethal claws with a measure of suspicion, before stepping between two of them and climbing on. He was already regretting giving the reptile so much power over him, but what options did he have? There was nothing to do but trust in the whims of this horrible creature.

He held on tightly as the paw lifted from the ground, carrying him up high into the air, and over to the broad expanse of the dragon's body. The view only made this massive predator more intimidating to the little mouse, as his vision was filled with nothing but an expanse of black scales, thick limbs, and a growing sense of heat as he was brought down closer and closer.

As much as he wanted to stay away from the other male's private bits, he could see that he was being brought down there... between the dragon's legs. He wished for nothing more than to scamper away, as he regarded those scaled nuts with apprehension. His tiny body was quivering. Was his princess really in there? Had she been forced to exist in such a horrible, disgusting environment for several days? There was only one way to find out.

He stared directly at the dragon's testicles as the paw hovered a few feet over them. The sight of them had been bad enough, but now that he was close, there was simply no way to handle the overpowering, masculine aroma that permeated from that scaled groin. It was smoky, hot, and strong enough to make Randal's eyes water, the smells almost having a particular weight to them that he found revolting and strange. He never imagined he would be experiencing something so foul.

"I'll give you a few moments to press yourself to the princess' 'chambers'," Samael said, with delighted huff. "You can call out her name, and feel around my softer scales for a while. She might even respond to your voice..."

That broke Randal's attention for a moment, as the mouse looked back up towards the dragon in shock. "You mean, she's still conscious through all this?"

"From time to time, yes, I can feel her pushing around and trying to talk," He answered with a smirk, licking his lips with a long and slimy slurp. "Now, enough with the questions, my Prince. It's time you got to work." As he finished speaking, he tilted his paw to the side, letting the tiny mouse fall down and landed directly in the middle of his scaled nuts.

Randal had been mentally preparing himself for this moment, but nothing could train him for the absolute shock of plunging down into the most intimate areas of a foul reptile. He let out a yelp of terror and raised his arms to cushion the impact. Much to his surprise however, he found the surface to be quite soft. He landed on the dragon's balls with a short exhale, before settling himself into an uneasy, sprawled position as if a single motion could send him teetering down to the unknown on each side.

"Oh my God... oh my God," Randal began to mumble, much to the delight of his captor. He raised his gaze upwards to look along the dragon's body, moving his arms in to lift himself up. Most of his view was blocked by the scaled mound of Samael's sheath, though he could still see the male staring down at him, watching, as if judging his next actions or waiting for him to make a move.

"Yes, it's quite the spectacle isn't it?" Samael teased. "As much as I would like to continue observing your skittishness, I haven't got all day. Go on, start rubbing around and massaging me down there, mouse. You can call your Princess' name if you wish." He lifted both of his paws to lay on his belly and he watched, waiting to see if his new toy would obey.

Randel flinched when the dragon moved his paws, slamming shut his eyes and looking to the side. When he saw that he wasn't going to be touched however, he simply swallowed in nervousness and set about the task that was before him. He began to move his limbs around his sprawled form in circular motions, doing his best to cover as much ground as possible over the scales of the dragon's loins.

It was an inexperienced motion that tried to be more spacious rather than adding pressure. Samael took quick note of this, and growled in distaste. "Push down more, you silly mouse, and move your body around to cover more ground, and hug your limbs around my nut," he rumbled. "You're not making snow angels on my testicles."

"Y-Yes of course," the Prince quickly said, correcting himself and adding more weight and strength to his stroking, kneading down into the recesses of those musky, heated scales with his arms, his muscles even flexing a bit with strength. It was then that the dragon began to show a positive reaction.

Samael closed his eyes and huffed with delight. As small as the creature was, the sensitivity of his reptilian nethers allowed him to feel much more than the Prince could imagine. That, coupled with the humiliation he was providing the other male by servicing him, was enough to make him start to swell with arousal, and the mound of his scaled sheath began to rise.

"Mm, yes, that's it my little mouse, just like that," Samael cooed, opening his eyes to regard the mouse one more time. "Have you found your princess in there yet?"

The mouse shuddered at being reminded exactly what could be inside of these massive nuts. He could hardly believe it was possible for someone to survive within, beyond the layers of scales and flesh heavily weighed beneath his body. It must have been terrible in there, if that was the case. The smell itself was enough to make his eyes water: a smoky aroma with a powerful surge of dry, reptilian musk that tickled the back of his throat. Even when he did strain to listen, all he could hear beyond was the distant, muffled churning and sloshing of thick fluids whenever they moved underneath him.

"I-I don't see how I can," the mouse admitted, pressing his head to Samael's balls to try and hear something, anything but sounds of the dragon's body. "You're much too big for me to hear a thing. Besides, a princess couldn't live inside there. It's impossible. There would be too much-" He paused then, not wanting to say it. He continued to move his limbs and massage those tesicles under him, unless he received more of the dragon's wrath.

"Too much cum, you mean? Just say what you mean, little mouse, we are all adults here," Samael chidded the prince, rolling his eyes. "I'm sure as a male you know what it's like to hold yourself for over a few days, yes? Well, I'll tell you a little secret. It's been a good week or so for me... since I've... you know, let myself go."

It was at this point that the dragon's cock was starting to push free right up above the mouse's position. Due to the size of that gargantuan spire, it did take some time to fully become hard, despite the power and strength of the reptilian's form. First, the tip emerged, coated in slime and inner fluids from his scaled sheath. As it moved free of its confines, the a series of red, fleshy spines lining the base began to pop free, holding that rim of that pouch before poking out and standing straight up into the air. If the smell had been bad before, now it was simply too much.

Prince Randal was having a miserable time. He retched audibly, and held himself back from spilling the contents of his stomach. Whether it was from the dragon's words, or the increase in musk, he couldn't tell.

"I don't need to know about your sexual experiences, dragon, I just want this to be over with," he said, exasperated, looking up at the growing cock with a mixture of awe, fear, and dread.

Samael only smirked down at him, his mind racing with all the dirty things he could reveal to his newest playtoy. "Oh, but you're going to hear about them, tiny mouse, because you're about to be a part of it," he rumbled, sliding his tongue across his lips. "What, you think I didn't tell the princess as much when I shoved her down into the tip of my cock? Rrff... I was already so pent up all those days ago, so full of rich, virile seed. My tip was drooling with precum when her tiny little legs went in, her tiny form wriggling and struggling all the way inside."

The dragon paused there for full effect, letting out a deep sigh, as if remembering a lovely, pleasant memory. "It's somewhat easy to let your cock do most of the work once she's in there, did you know that?" He continued, his tail swishing along the ground behind him with amusement. "Oh gods, the feeling of her little body when she travelled down my shaft was absolutely divine. You could see the outline of her in my vein, just sinking on down, with all that semen and churning, fertile breeding fluids surging to welcome her down at the base-"

"D-Dragon, stop, please!" Randal begged, stopping his rubbing to cover his ears. "I-I believe you, you don't need to tell me more. This is disgusting! I don't want to go inside, I don't want to."

Samael only chuckled at him now, amused at what was happening. His words weren't only to torment the mouse, but to get him aroused and excited. He was almost completely hard now. It wasn't taking too much effort, because he was telling the truth. He was a rather pent up creature.

"Oh, but I'm just getting to the good part," the dragon rumbled, biting his lower lip in a playful expression, his red eyes never leaving the mouse. Now that he was getting hot and horny, his mood had turned into one of excitement. "Do you know how hard it was not to cum in that moment, mouse? When she dipped down inside me and just... sunk down into my balls, the feeling almost made me nut right then and there," he bragged, lifting up a claw to touch the side of his jaw, tapping the side of his fangs. "But I couldn't just shoot her out, could I? No no no... that would have been a waste. I let her stew inside me. I let my erection go back down, my arousal drop, and effectively trapped her within many days worth of reptilian spooge. A truly fitting cage for a princess, don't you think?"

"You... you horrible beast," Randal breathed, his eyes watering with tears from the strength of musk, and heat flooding into his senses. He peered up at the dragon, finding most of his view blocked by a now, completely engorged cock. "If all that is true, there's no way she's alive."

"Oh she is, and you'll soon find that out," Samael growled, placing his paw down on his lower belly now, hovering it closer to his length. "She's waiting down inside there for you to rescue her, along with a week's worth of pent-up, dragon breeding fluids, all ready to be ejected. If you can find her and free her, I will let both of you walk out of here alive. That's your prize, prince."

Randal let out a terrified whimper. All the threats the dragon had sent his way, combined with the overwhelming reality of the situation was beginning to get to him. All his fears were about to come true, he realized, as he stared straight ahead at the hard, reptilian cock in front of him.

It sprouted from the male's sheath like a living creature, as big as two carriages lined up next to each other, with a tapered tip at the end. It throbbed visibly from his perspective, in-time with the reptile's heart beat. Thick slime decorated the sides to give a bright, wet sheen in the low light of the cave, and several, pointy-looking spines lines the bottom of the shaft all the way down to the base. It was completely alien to the straight mouse, who had never even desired to be with another man. Now he couldn't get the smell out of his nose even if he tried, as the stench of the most intimate, disturbing areas of this massive dragon filled his nostrils and his eyes.

Samael waited a long while for the mouse to come to a decision, before he let out a sigh.

"You have about thirty seconds to start making your way up to the tip, or I'm going to refuse your prize and keep you trapped in there for as long as the princess," he growled.

With a sudden squeak of fear, Randal jumped up from his position on the dragon's nuts, and started to make his way upwards. He was quite thankful that nobody in the kingdom could see him now. He was supposed to be a proud, honorable knight, and a shining symbol of strength and courage for his fellow mice. He had always strived to live up to such an example. Yet now here he was, clumsily sliding down the inside of Samael's balls, landing on the inside of his thigh. He then crawled along the contours of the reptile's groin, making his way up and around.

When he placed himself on the crotch, and began to walk towards the tip, he could almost feel the warmth radiating from that intimidating cock. It lay next to him, the steady thump of blood pumping through it reaching his ears like the distant sounds of a hammer striking meat. He tried not to look, instead focusing on the scales before him, looking down.

Before he reached his destination however, he found himself plucked into the air by the strong grip of the dragon's paw.

Samael could only wait so long before he decided to grab the mouse. At first it was amusing, letting him navigate among the recesses of his scaled crotch. However, a horny dragon was not the most patient of beasts. While Randel was looking down, he simply lifted his paw and picked up his victim to get him in position.

Randal squeaked and struggled, doing his best to escape in a natural instinct to be rid of a predator's clutches. Those claws were cupped loosely under his middle, holding him in place with ease, and giving him no chance to wriggle free.

"Stop your struggling now, mouse, you agreed to this," Samael hummed, leaning back further and getting himself into a comfortable position. "The princess didn't cause nearly as much of a fuss as you. You're being a coward."

As he spoke, Samael used his other paw to reach down and grab hold of the base of his draconic shaft, lifting it upwards and pointing it directly up between his legs. The weight of his length made it teter for a moment, before remaining firmly vertical, directed up at the mouse in his other paw. His tail pressed down to the ground and made a few, soft thumps in preparation. He licked his lips and opened up the stance of his legs, feeling a surge of excitement now. This was it... the fun was about to begin.

"I-I think I'm having second thoughts d-dragon," Randal stammered, looking down right into the tip of the reptile's yawning urethra. "You can keep the princess in there, I don't want to join her. I'll find another!" His tone was taking on one of begging now, wanting anything but to find himself travelling down this other male's dick.

The hole didn't even look big enough to take him in. It was smaller than his shoulders, and completely dark other than the ring of clear slime decorating the rim. As he was brought closer, the smell of heated, smoky musk once again began to reach his nostrils to an alarming degree. Now it was also coupled with a scent of salty, masculine fluids, as he suddenly realized that the large dragon's tip was...drooling a fair amount of precum. The tapered tip was glistening with a layer of clear fluids, and it seemed that the leaking was practically never ending. This truly was a pent up creature.

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice now, little Prince, you're about to get swallowed up by my cock. I wouldn't even stop now if you offered me all the riches in the world," Samael teased, curling his toes in anticipation. "Look at all the mess I'm making already though, my goodness. I really only get this way when it's been a week or longer." He rumbled, using the paw holding his cock to give it a brief squeeze. As he did, a fresh helping of hot precum began to gush out from the urethra, the heat from that simple motion caressing the tiny mouse's face.

The mouse gagged once more, not only from the smell, but from the sheer volume of precum he'd just seen come out of the dragon's cock. That was hardly even a sample, and yet it was more than enough to fill a barrel to the brim.

"S-Samael, oh p-please don't, I... I'll get you off from the outside, ok? You liked what I did before, yes?" Randal asked, doing his best to peel his gaze away from the cocktip as it hovered ever ominously closer. "I'll be a good mouse and help you like that. Just please, not this, anything but this!"

Samael couldn't help but chuckle as the Prince continued to beg. He really did know how to try and strike a bargain. "Unfortunately, that's going to pale in comparison to how hard I'm going to cum when you travel down my shaft, little mouse, but nice try," he responded, before bringing him forwards and holding him right at the tip. There was nowhere for his little legs to go, except for right at the top of that meaty cock. He felt Randal's footpaws struggling for purchase on top of the head, but avoiding the opening. Even just those small stimulations were enough to make him rumble with delight.

"You're not even going to be in there for longer than a few minutes, mouse," Samael growled, moving the mouse in his claws, trying to get him to put those little legs in his urethra. "This was the deal. Get inside there to rescue your princess, or I'm going to be eating both of you when this is done."

The dragon's threats fell upon deaf ears, as Prince Randal was no in full panic mode, moving his legs away from the opening as best he could. He was slipping on the fluids leaking out, his tiny feet soaked in male fluids drooling from the tip. "No! Keep her, you can have her, I don't want to go in there!" He begged. "I don't want go down a dragon cock, I don't p-plea- eeeek!" He let out a sudden cry, as his feet slipped down and inside the wrong way, plunging his legs down into the hole. He tried to pull them free, but Samael was quicker, letting him go to slip down up to his knees.

Samael let out a deep, happy grunt as he finally felt his tiny victim enter the tip of his length. A low, tingling sensation of warmth soon began to warm his shaft, spreading down to his loins in a surge of pleasure and arousal. "Ah... yes," he breathed, his jaws briefly opening in delight, his tongue flicking. "Finally. You ready to go down and save your princess, mouse? Just think, three days ago she was in your exact position, though I think I might've put her in head-first." He reminded himself with a chuckle.

Meanwhile, Randal found himself getting pulled in deeper with each passing second. Despite how tight the shaft felt around his legs, the viscous fluids and slime coating the long, dark tube was making it rather easy for gravity to yank him down. That, and he could swear that with each powerful throb, the interior muscles were swallowing him down, though it must've just been his imagination. The heat was overwhelming, and the smell was distinctly male, the scent of reptilian semen tickling his nostrils in a wet and heady aroma. It was horrible.

"D-Dragon no, you can't do this!" Randal shouted, placing his paws on the rim of the opening, trying to brace himself with the strength of his body. "I am a Prince! If you do this, my army will find your cave and destroy everything you hold dear!" He attempted to push himself free, but that was the worst action he could've taken. Instead of finding the strength to get out, his tiny paws were covered in too much precum to find a trustworthy grip. When he pushed, his paws slipped down inside, the shaft making a disturbingly loud 'glrk' sound as it gobble him up past the waist. His eyes went wide with terror now, realizing what he'd done.

"I'm afraid you're in no position to make threats now, Prince," Samael said, speaking the mouse's title with a fair bit of mocking contempt. "In a few moments you'll be going down my shaft, so I suggest you start trying to pleasure me as much as possible. Wriggle that little body as much as you can, tease me, and be a good little sex toy." He snarled, baring his fangs, and giving his cock a squeeze with his paw. He let out a deep, passionate moan, his tail twitching when he did that to himself.

The mouse was travelling down into the shaft now, with hardly any extra effort needed by Samael, or unwittingly by himself to make it happen. It was an odd point of view: to be looking up at this terrible beast from between his legs, those massive thighs flexing in the corners of his vision. Each pulse of that draconic cock squeezed his body in an uncomfortably tight fashion, hugging his limbs together in what seemed like a smooth, slimy tube, swallowing around his form in a most unnatural way. How was this dragon able to do this?

"If you don't help me cum, mouse well...I suppose you'll be in there for longer than a few minutes. Maybe a day or two, just like your cute little princess," Samael snarled, his red eyes radiating with passion and lust as he watched those last bits of Randal's body vanishing into the length of his cock. "Or perhaps I'll just cum you into the back of my throat and swallow you down. No sense in letting you - " he paused to let out a blissful grunt. "- go to waste."

Unable to move his body, Randal simply looked straight up into the dragon's eyes as the beast's cock gobbled him up. His limbs were pinned to the sides of his body, and he could feel every single throb and beat of the gargantuan shaft holding him. Fluids bubbled and smeared over his fur, pooling up at the top of his shoulders. He almost had to close his eyes to keep them from watering, the aroma of masculine, feral sex getting much too strong.

He managed only a few more, desperate words before finally sinking all the way in. "D-Dragon, please! This is gross, I don't want to go in your nuts. I can't...I can't...I ... ahhhh! Mmmf!" His words were cut off as the reptilian length swallowed him up, whole and alive. It almost seemed to flex, coupled with a strong squeeze from Samael's paw as Randal's tiny face dipped down into the urethra. Fluids immediately seeped up all around him and poured out from the tip, just as he sunk down to become nothing more than a tiny, mouse-shaped bulge in the slimy vein near the base.

Samael moaned, shuddering all over as he watched that happen. His spines on the base of the shaft twitch and bristled with arousal, his maleness dripping and drool down onto the scales of his lower belly. He was so terribly pent up. It was a challenge to keep himself in check as his little mouse toy moved down. The swell in his length dipped along at a slow, measured pace, right in line with those same spines that seemed to mark the exact path Randal would take down. The rounded bulge would move under a spine, making it lift up, then drop back down as the contours of skin were pushed out by the presence of a Prince inside. He could feel every little motion, and whether it was panic, or because the mouse actually listened to him... that little creature was wriggling.

"Ah, oh fuck, this is heavenly," Samael breathed, assumingly to himself now, with nobody else around to hear him. "And you wanted to do this from the outside, ha! Not a chance." He kept his length pointed upwards with the grip of his paw, curling his toes and thumping his tail against the ground as the mouse moved down. Although the princess has just taken the same trip a short while ago, his eagerness for release was gripping him all the more excitedly now. There was no reason to hold himself back, no, he had every intention to cum. Just not yet. Not until the prince had experienced everything his male parts had to offer.

When the mouse reached about the middle of his cock, Samael suddenly felt a surge of semen well up from the base of his nuts. He stopped himself and bit his lip, gasping in a breathless cry as a premature rope of cum washed forwards, shoving the mouse upwards a short ways, right before a thick mess of spooge squirted out from the tip and landed on his scales. "Mff! Not yet... not yet..." he breathed, renewing his concentration. "You have to get down in there now, mouse," he grunted, before using a claw to grip his length just above the Prince's position, and squeeze him down, assisting in the process.

Inside the horribly tight confines of that length, Randal was doing his best to wriggle free. Not because he wanted to please the dragon at all, but because it was the only thing he could do in the moment. He was disgusted with his predicament. It was revolting, being swallowed down the shaft of a horny, massive reptilian. His arms were pinned to his sides, with the steady throb of a heartbeat pounding in his sensitive ears, squeezing him rhythmically all the way down. Masculine fluids and slime were all around him, easing his descent downwards with little effort at all.

He grunted with exhaustion, and attempted to shove himself upwards, back towards the tip. Much to his dismay, all that happened was a lewd, wet swallowing sound in the darkness, and he started to sink further down into those depths. The tube was growing warmer and warmer at his feat the more he dropped down, the flesh hugging against his shoulders and accepting him every step of the way. "N-No! Not down there.... not down there..." He stammered, his words muffled. Every time he opened his mouth to speak, the taste of draconic cum touched his tongue, making him gag. In an endeavour to make it better, he shut his mouth and kept trying to move up, pushing with his paws and failing. And as if his situation couldn't get any more humiliating and gross, it was just at that moment that the dragon ejected that spurt of semen out of the tip of his cock. It surged all around him, shoving him upwards in a sea of heated fluids, but not enough to bring him back out. Some of it got into his mouth, his nose, and all over his fur. When he realized what it was... he coughed and gagged, feeling the saltiness in the back of his throat, and the thick texture coating his fur.

Then, he felt the squeeze of the dragon's paw overtop of him, pinning his face down into the front of that smooth, slimy urethra. With a gasp, he found himself getting shoved down now, fast and hard, dropping at a greater speed into the chamber of churning seed that waited for him. He struggled and begged, his cries completely ignored, and his wriggling doing nothing more than getting Samael off.

"Oh yes, get in there, that's it," Samael rumbled to himself, tilting his cock upwards so he could see the tiny bulge of the mouse move down his length. He ushered it along with a push of his claw, watching the round shape of Randal get lower on the length of his slimy shaft. He was nearing the base now. He was so close to being inside. Just a moment longer, and he would be able to search in there for his beloved princess. It was only fair if he gave him a minute or two before letting him out, the dragon concluded with a smirk.

Samael curled his toes and flexed his tail in preparation now, knowing that it was quite the difficult squeeze to get the mouse inside past the base. He concentrated and licked his lips, his snout etched with an expression of sexual delight and passion as the Prince sunk into the final portion of his male member. "Rrf, ahh just a bit more little Prince. You're about to join your princess," he huffed, making the odd grunting or growling noise when a warm wave of pleasure travelled through his loins.

When his prey slipped right up against the base, he gasped in surprise, feeling the weight pushing into his most intimate areas. This was it: the pause before the plunge into his nuts. It was happening, just like with the Princess before. He waited just a moment, thumping his tail a few times on the ground, before letting out a deep, shuddering gasp when that bulge vanished down into his balls with a distinct, short, gulp. "Glck." The mouse was gone.

Randal had been having trouble figuring out how close he was to the dragon's testicles up to this point, but now he knew. The tightness of the tube pushing him down had hugged him the entire way down, feeling his body sinking into the darkness, a little bit further with each throb of that slimy organ the distant rumble of pleasure vibrating through the dragon's body. He felt his body pulled into the heat below, managing a soft whimper when he felt the fleshy tunnel open up at the base, yanking his feet inside. The pressure was immense, but only for a moment. He gasped as he was swallowed and taken in, plunging into a horribly hot mess of thick, dragon semen.

It was simply revoting for Randal, knowing where he was now. He struggled against it all, finding it rather easy to keep himself on the surface. It was all just too much. Whenever he opened his mouth or tried to breathe, he couldn't help but get the horny reptile's spunk as well. The bodily temperature was hotter than he could've imagined, the steamy breeding fluids coating his fur making him sweat and hyperventilate. He had no strength to resist anymore, simply letting himself be taken, his consciousness fading in and out in the darkness. This was it, he thought... this was how it all ended.

And yet, Samael the dragon knew better, and had other plans.

"As much as I want to keep you in there a few more days, just like your princess, I grow impatient," Samael rumbled, speaking to himself. He was aware the mouse couldn't hear him, but it was all part of the game. "Besides, I don't think I could last that long even if I tried. Consider yourself lucky, mouse, that you're only spending a few minutes in there."

And it was then that Samael began the long and pleasurable task of getting both mice out of his nutsack. He lifted his paw away from his member, only for just a moment to coat it with his drool in a series of delicate licks along his scales. He then placed it back down and got a firm grip on his shaft. He opened up his legs more and arched his back, digging his head spikes deeply into the rocky wall as he began to smoothly stroke his paw up and down, jerking himself off on the floor of the cave.

It was this part of any tale that is typically skipped over when mice speak about dragons. The fantasy stories of old always mention an evil beast like Samael, holding a princess captive, until a brave, rodent prince would come by and save his beloved. He would slay the dragon and win her heart, bringing her back to the comforts of the palace.

Of course, this is not how this tale went. Nobody in the kingdom would hear about the princess that decided to challenge Samael the black dragon, who had other methods of keeping her captive and safe until the prince arrived. At this point she had been stewing in his balls for well over three days... surviving in pent up, reptile's load in a feat of pure implausibility. Her condition was a mystery, but the dragon was about to find out.

Samael was breathing heavily as he stroked his paw along his length. He used his digits to press down on each of the spines, pushing on each as he passed, while making sure that he squeezed hard on the tip. He moaned with bliss when he did that to himself, knowing exactly what he liked. The slimy sounds of his masturbation echoed throughout the cave, with the mixture of drool and interior, sheath-slime truly making for a wet and thick lube to decorate his musky shaft.

When he closed his eyes, he could now feel both of the mice inside him, churning within his male parts as he worked himself up into an orgasm. He bit his lip and looked down between his legs, watching the show for a while as he got closer and closer to that inevitable peak. The smell of hot, rich semen reached his nose as the stench trickled into the cave. His tip was leaking the beginnings of pre onto his lower tummy, spilling a shallow layer of liquids onto those softer scales. It wouldn't take much more of an effort now.

The dragon had already been quite worked up when he was pushing Randal down inside. Now that he was sliding his paw up and down his length, he was rapidly approaching that peak. He needed this more than ever now, and along with the growing warmth of his load, he could feel those two, tiny shapes gather at the base of his cock. It felt incredibly hot down there, and he could only imagine what it must've been like.

Randal hardly managed to take the odd, desperate breath of salty, humid air as he was churned around in the darkness. He was unable to tell up from down as the thick, viscous breeding fluids surged around him, coating him in layers of the dragon's horrible, musky-smelling spunk. It was clear that the reptile was jerking off, there was no doubt about that. He could hear the deep rumbles of passion reverberating in the body around him, and although it was more difficult to pick out, the distant squeezes and strokes massaging the shaft just beyond.

There was nothing more that he could do other than close his eyes and mouth, and let it all happen. He whimpered in dismay, hoping the dragon would ejaculate him out soon. He was a prince, with all the distinction and honor that befitted his royal line. If only his family could see him now... reduced to nothing more than a tiny bit of added weight in Samael's load.

In those final moments, he felt himself pushed and shoved upwards towards the base of the shaft, squeezing him up into the beginnings of his exit. The semen gathered hotly all around him as the pressure increased, smushing him into the fleshy sides of the tesicle walls. He was more uncomfortable than ever before, with his body contorted and tightly confined to that little space. His nutsack prison seemed to clench upwards and hug further up against the dragon's body, which... as any male would sense, is the moment before it all began to shoot out. He slammed shut his eyes and held back a whimper.

And that's when he felt a small, feminine mouse body brush up against him in the darkness.

Both of them gasped as one, feeling at each other in the darkness, pushing their arms through the thickness of the reptilian spooge surrounding them.

"Rose? Is that you?" Randal asked.

"R-Randal?" Came the response, hoarse and exhausted sounding. "How are you... what are..."

She didn't get a chance to finish her sentence. It was then that a low, happy whine began to sound from the dragon above, and the two of them were forced into the shaft above with a powerful, violent rush of fluids all around them. They were shoved roughly up into the base, and began the sudden, almost painfully tight process of being shot out the dragon's tip.

Samael was panting heavily with an open maw, his tongue lolling out to the side as he rapidly approached his peak. He gave his member two more strokes with his large paw, teasing each of the spines along the base with his scales, before hugging and focusing down on the tip.

"Oh f-fuck, I can feel them both in there now. It's happening...I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." He began, but had to cut himself off as his ejaculation did indeed come to pass. The warm load in his shaft surged upwards, and he felt a building wave of pleasure deep within his loins. It all came crashing through him in pulses, hitting him all at once. A week's worth of pent up, orgasmic bliss flooded his senses, all heighted by the feeling of each mouse being shoved upwards along his cock. He bit his lip and curled his toes, roaring out towards the cave ceiling as his two captors were swiftly pushed upwards along the shaft with a surge of musky, viscous fluids. One mouse was in front, the other directly behind, slowing the advance of his cum with their weight. He slammed his tail down to get them to move faster, his dick throbbing strongly in his paw, violently squirting them upwards without a care for their comfort. He just had to get them out, now.

The surmounting pressure forced each of those royal mice up to the very tip. Not really caring where they got sent, Samael kept his length vertical, though slightly angled towards his massive body. With a deep gasp of surprise, he watched with wide, delighted eyes as Prince Randal shot out like a rocket from his urethra, joined by a massive rope of smelly, dragon cum that splattered all over his chest and belly. The female was also soon to follow. Princess Rose squirted out from his tip with the second wave, carrying additional velocity, and a heavier volume of thick, pungent seed. Both of them landed against his belly with an ungraceful, wet slap. They lay face-down in the layers of cum already gathered, stunned, as more and more of the streaming, musky reptilian cum splashed over their abused forms. A great deal of time would pass before either of them got any relief.

Samael on the other hand, was getting everything he needed. He slammed his horns back into the wall and moaned with delight, his breath seething through clenched teeth as his body rocked with a powerful, lasting orgasm. His limbs twitched and his tail lifted up and down, smacking against the hard floor. With each lift of his tail, a fresh rope of thick, sticky semen shot out from his throbbing length, his cock vein pulsing as he laced each squirt of seminal fluids over his body. He hadn't been lying about being pent up, and it was a lot even for a dragon. Every shot was straight from the depths of his smooth, churning nuts, brought forth from those sauna-like chambers to douse his victims as they struggled to orient themselves. He knew exactly what he was doing. The perverted nature of the act itself, and bringing two royal mice down to the lowest moment of their lives was part of what got him off so much.

Before he knew it however, his ejaculation came to a slow and inevitable close. The overwhelming grip of ecstasy soon diminished to a warm, pleasant afterglow as he lay against the cave wall. He closed his eyes and rumbled in an almost kitten-like purr, his large body shuddering in the lovely afterglow of his bliss. He gave his length a few more squeezes to pump some remaining fluids from the tip, and then it was done. He sighed and opened his eyes to look down at the aftermath. It was not a pretty sight.

Most of his lower belly lay caked in the remnants of his load. Thick, viscous pools of cum had been deposited all over his rough scales, with some of it dripping down his sides onto the cave floor. It was a mess, and exactly what he expected to face after waiting for so long. The temperature of his breeding liquids was still visible in the cool air, as rising wisps of heat rose from the warm deposits of reptilian cream.

What was most amusing and gratifying to himself however, was the sight of two, naked mice slowly coming to consciousness in the middle of it all. They stirred in the middle of his belly, pushing themselves up and getting their bearings as one.

"It looks like you have saved your lovely princess from her cage, sweet Prince," Samael said, speaking to both of them with a haughty, delighted expression on his muzzle. "Congratulations."

Prince Randal was the first one to push himself to his feet. He cast a glance around at the mess surrounding himself, lifting up his arms to regard the weighty globs of semen drooling down from his arms. He was absolutely drenched. "I-I did save her, right dragon?" He asked, looking over as the Princess began to stir. "You will let us go?"

Before the dragon could answer however, Rose shakily pushed herself up onto all fours, looking over at the Prince with a glare.

"Randal! You struck a deal with this... this filthy beast!" The Princess shouted, coughing with the effort. "You didn't slay him like I demanded?"

Randal looked over at her with horror. "How could I? Do you see the size of him? I had no choice, Princess."

"That was your challenge to overcome, idiot! I can't believe you dared strike a deal with him," she continued, wiping some of the reptilian's seed from her face. "Do you have ANY idea what has happened to me?"

Randal opened his mouth to speak, then stopped himself as the Princess launched into another tirade.

All Samael did for the moment was watch them both with an amused grin, his red eyes showing a fair amount of hunger.

"My eyes are all blurry, my fur will NEVER get the smell of cum out of it, and I don't think I've been able to sleep in days," Rose cried, lowering her head in despair. "He... he's a vile, unwashed creature, and I've spent countless hours inside his...his..."

Samael raised a claw to correct her, his heavy voice booming down at the two mice. "Days actually, little Princess. You were my little cocktoy for three days," he stated.

"D-Days?" Princess Rose gasped, her expression changing to one of surprise and shock. "How could I? How is that-," she stopped herself for a moment, before looking at Randal with vehemence. "It took you three days to get here?"

Randal smiled nervously and swished his footpaw around in the breeding fluids, awkwardly standing there at the accusation. "What? I thought an imprisonment required you to spend some time locked up at least," he said defensively. "I didn't know the dragon was holding you in his... you know, balls."

Rose gave him a long, pointed stare, before immediately pushing herself to her feet. Her legs were unsteady and barely holding her up in such a weakened state, but her anger had provided a newfound energy. "He is a disgusting, terrible dragon. I had to be inside there for so long, with nothing but darkness, heat, and his rumblings to comfort me," she ranted, her paws curling up into little fists. "I was sloshed around and pushed without care, unable to do anything, smelling and tasting him always! When I was hungry I had to...swallow some of it as well. I needed to survive."

A rumbling laugh rolled out of Samael when she said that. "Did you do it to survive, or did you simply like the taste?" He teased.

"Shut your mouth, foul creature! You are not like the dragons of old, and what you did to me was a grave, terrible sin," Princess Rose exclaimed.

"A sin you say?" Samael breathed, narrowing his eyes as his voice took on a low, dangerous tone. "You know nothing of us dragons, that much is certain. This was merely a teaser of the sin I'm about to commit."

Those words stopped the Princess in her tracks. She opened her mouth to speak, before shutting it quickly as a shudder of fear rushed through her. What could possibly be worse than that?

Randal quickly found his time to speak. "Dragon, you will let us go, won't you?" He asked. "I saved the princess from you, and got you off." He wrinkled his nose and made a disgusted face, even just saying those words disturbing him. "That was our deal."

Before Samael could answer, Princess Rose began to angrily interfere.

"Wait, you made a DEAL with this terrible beast?" Rose questioned, taking a moment to wipe some of the dragon's semen from her face, just so she could glare better at the other mouse. "Did you even try to slay him?"

Samael grinned at them both, showing a fair amount of teeth in his expression. He could of course, gobble them both up at any time he pleased, but he was enjoying this scene too much to end it now. "No, he didn't. He saw the size of me, and decided that it would be best to venture into my nutsack all by himself," he rumbled in a teasing fashion. "Would you not consider that brave?

Randal looked over at her with some hope, but that was quickly destroyed when the response came.

"That is the last thing I would consider it!" The Princess yelled with exasperation. She turned her attention over to the dragon and shook her head. "As if you could ever be trusted to keep your word. He should've fought you to the death! As the Prince has saved me, you will let us go, but as for you," she glowered, pointing a finger and aiming her expression at Randal, fluids dripping from the end of her claw. "I will not accept this as a profession of love, and you will not have me as your reward," she snapped. "Take me back to my palace, now, and never speak to me again."

Samael observed them both in the silence that followed. Although he tried to remain neutral in this quarrel, he couldn't help but feel sorry for Randal. The poor mouse had worked rather hard to win his bride, but now he was being shunned. It was a shame indeed, though it ultimately didn't matter. He tried to keep his tail still, but the small motions and twitching of that long appendage couldn't help but betray a certain amount of giddiness at what he was going to say next.

"I'm afraid that won't be happening, little Prince and Princess," Samael rumbled, looking at them both with his hungry, red eyes. He waited for both of them to turn before slowly licking his lips in a delicate, and purposefully slow motion. "I've changed my mind. I'm going to eat the princess"

Both of the royal mice let out a unified gasp of horror.

"No, you can't! You made an arrangement with the Prince, you will let me go!" Rose ordered, pointing a finger at the dragon.

"That didn't work when you first got here, and it's certainly not going to work now," Samael said, exhausted at having to deal with her nonsense yet again. He casually lifted his paw upwards and grabbed her with barely a second thought, clutching her in his claws as she let out a terrified squeak.

The dragon chuckled at her as she uselessly struggled in his grasp. "I informed Randal that he could leave with you after the rescue, but it's clear to me that you don't want him. Prince, you are free to go, but as for this little morsel," he rumbled with a brief pause, looking up and down the tiny female's naked form. "I'm going to swallow her whole, down into my belly. The perfect, after-orgasm snack, wouldn't you agree?"

Randal simply watched the situation from his place on the reptilian's body, shocked at the events that were transpiring. His thoughts were conflicted. The princess had brushed him off and no longer desired his advances. Despite his sacrifice, he was rejected and informed that all his efforts would go to waste. Part of him simply wanted to leave, but he couldn't leave a damsel in distress now, could he?

Samael lifted the tiny mouse towards his scaled lips. He purred outwards at her form, his red eyes never leaving her as his muzzle moved in. His giant lips kissed at her legs in a careful, almost delicate fashion, before he smiled and cracked open his jaws, allowing his long, slimy tongue to slither out and drag over her kicking feet. His breath was hot and moist, and reeked with the meaty, rancid stench of a predator's diet.

"Oh my LORD this is disgusting. Your breath is foul!" Rose exclaimed, doing her best to kick away from his serpentine tongue, and failing miserably. "Don't you dare eat me, dragon! I can't go in there... I can't! Randal, don't let this happen! Please!"

"I'm afraid he doesn't seem to be listening to you anymore, my little snack," Samael growled, his throat vibrating in a pleased hum as he continued to kiss and lick at her legs. "Don't worry sweetie, I'm going to take my time, and be very gentle with you. A princess deserves to be eaten in the most elegant and polite way, don't you agree?"

It was then that Samael brought her body closer with his claws and opened up his jaws. His lips and fangs parted, but not that far, only enough to reveal a horribly dark, humid cavern beyond, the tip of his tongue visible before stretching back into nothingness. He slurped in her legs first, taking her in up to the waist while still supporting her with his paw, if only to taste and tease her for as long as he pleased. He gently closed his mouth to hold her place while his tongue continued to slosh and lick over her furry legs, smothering her lower parts in layers of reptilian drool.

Rose could feel the heat of the dragon's body encompassing her legs. His massive jaws were capable of ripping her in two, and yet this monster was being so gentle. His thick, slimy drool smeared over her legs in buckets, pushed forth by the texture of that smooth and dexterous tongue. She squeaked in despair, inhaling sharply and batting at those lips with her paws. It was useless to struggle. Not only that, but her intake of breath caused her to sniff Samael's horrible odour, aroma of this foul creature making her gag.

"R-Randal, please slay this dragon, right now!" She begged, taking on a new tone now that the sudden risk of actually being swallowed was on the line. "His mouth is so gross, I can feel his tongue licking at me. He's toying with me! Don't let him eat me!"

"Mrrmm... it's ok Randal, just leave the two of us alone," Samael huffed, letting out a pleased sound as he continued to massage his tongue over her footpaws. "She didn't want you anyway now, did she?" He found it a little awkward talking around the meal clutched in his lips, but he was managing it just fine.

"If you save me now, Randal, I will accept your hand in marriage," Rose gasped, blinking a tear away from her face as she continued to uselessly shove against that scaled snout. She looked over at him, trying to look helpless and fearful, (which really wasn't too much of a challenge at this point). "Be a knight, and go get your sword! Kill this monster!"

A sudden change seemed to come over Prince Randal as Rose finished speaking. He stared at her for a long while, before taking on a confident expression and puffing up his chest. "Don't worry Princess! I will save you," he exclaimed, before making a sudden turn and sprinting away, attempting to jump down off the dragon's body.

It was at this point that even Samael was caught off guard. He raised his brow and watched the male mouse run towards the side of his belly, aiming for the discarded sword and armor several meters away. He found such a foolish decision almost unbelievable. He'd given Randal a free pass to get away, and he wasn't even taking it?

He must really want to fuck this one, he thought, before casually stretching out his right paw at the mouse leapt off.

Randal realized his error too late. He jumped down, and gasped in surprise as he was met by the open claws of a massive, dragon paw, snatching him out of mid air and effectively trapping him. The beast brought him all the way to hover in front of that broad snout, both reptile and princess alike giving him an unimpressed look.

"You two really aren't the brightest are you?" Samael said, rolling his eyes. "Did you ever think to announce your plan after you were out of reaching distance?? Very well... the deal is off. I'm definitely eating you both now."

The Princess squirmed in place now, her fight for survival renewing as she pounded her tiny fists against the dragon's nose. She was being held in place only by the reptile's lips and teeth, wrinkling her nose in disgust as horror as that slimy tongue continued to slosh over her legs. The predator's breath was absolutely foul, and the heat and pressure were unbearable. She was only partly inside as well. Her tiny form shook with rage and terror at being swallowed whole by this filthy creature.

"Randal you are useless!" Rose yelled. "If I get eaten by this beast, it's entirely your fault." Finding that punching the dragon's nose wasn't doing anything, she tried to reach for one of his nostrils to hold on instead. She was sickened by the beast's body however, and quickly took her paws away with disgust, finding those nose-holes unappealing. "Dragon, I will send you one-third of the riches I have back at the palace, yes? I have mountains of gold, some of it could be yours."

Samael chuckled in amusement, both at her offer, and the grasping of her little paws on his nostrils. This mouse truly was down to her last bargaining chips. He left Randal in his paw, forgotten for now as he returned his red gaze to the tiny Princess held in his lips.

"I'm afraid there's nothing you can offer me right now, other than a full belly, Princess," he rumbled at her, lifting his head upwards towards the roof of the cave. "Don't worry, I'll give you a good amount of warning before I swallow you down. A princess should be informed well in advance don't you think?"

Rose began to panic as she was lifted higher. She looked down to each side from the beast's jaws, realizing that gravity was now working against her. There was no escape. "N-no dragon, don't you dare!"

Samael's lips curled upwards in a smile. "Time to find out just how gross my mouth is, as you say," he huffed. "In you go." As he finished speaking, Samael opened his mouth wide, revealing the entirety of his reptilian mouth to the princess for the first time. A long, squishy tongue was presented to her, leading down into the back of his blackened gullet like a fleshy slide. His palate arched high above her head, lined with rows of those deadly, white, curved fangs that had managed to hold her so delicately before. Lines of drool, and copious amounts of salvia decorated every inch of that monstrous cavern, making it easy for his prey to slide on down deep inside.

The Princess only had a moment to take all of this in, for she did slide down that tongue rather quickly. Her furry butt slipped down the muscular appendage, the horrid, meaty breath and heat of dragon mouth buffeting her face as she was met with a delighted exhale, straight from the back of Samael's throat. She squeaked in absolute fear, before those jaws closed around her with a forceful "CLACK" sound, trapping the tiny, royal mouse in her new prison.

Samael wasted no time in tasting that sweet morsel. He closed his eyes and lowered his snout back down, letting out a pleased, happy purr as his tongue got to work. He pushed the Princess up against his palate, massaging her naked boy with his dextrous muscle and pressing additional layers of thick, slimy drool all over her fur. When he grew tired of this, he shoved her into his cheek, holding her in the pocket of flesh and scales just beside the throat, sucking noisily and messily against her. All the while she continued to fight and struggle inside. All she could really do was wriggle and kick out her legs, only spreading out her flavour and making it more exciting for him.

"So, when do you think I should swallow her, Randal?" Samael asked, opening his eyes and regarding the male mouse clutched in his paw. "Since you failed to save her, I feel it's only fitting you get to choose when I gulp her down."

Randal looked on from his position, looking completely defeated and hopeless. He winced at the gross, sloshing noises coming from the dragon's mouth, coupled with the odd, muffled yell or scream from his Princess. Unlike Rose, he wasn't fighting the beast at all. He had resigned himself to his fate.

"I don't want you to at all, but that's not going to make a difference now is it?" Randal said, watching the dragon's jaws move. "You're going to eat us both anyway."

"Now, I am, yes," Samael responded, narrowing his eyes on the male mouse with an angry expression. "You've attempted to slay me twice now, despite my reassurances of letting you live. I am a dragon that keeps his word, but when you intrude upon my home, and continue to disobey me at the behest of this spoiled, little rodent in my mouth, I can't help it but show you your proper place in the food chain. I haven't eaten royalty in years, so now I'm going to take my time."

Randal lowered his head and nodded, holding onto the dragon's claw. "If I can't be with her, it won't be worth it anyway," he said. "I have failed."

Samael raised his brow. "Really, for this one?" He questioned, briefly opening his mouth to show off the drool-soaked, naked mouse on the center of his tongue. The female was covered in heavy, stinky drool, holding on desperately to the muscle underneath her.

"Randal, it's HORRIBLE in here. Don't let him - eeek!" Rose let out another squeak of dismay when the dragon closed his jaw firmly yet again, resuming his merciless tasting and sloshing of her abused form.

"I suppose she is a hot little mouse, isn't she?" Samael teased, grinning and showing off his teeth to the other male. "I'd want to mate with her as well, if she were my size."

Randal looked up at those words and scoffed. "Oh please, don't be so vulgar, dragon. She is a princess."

"Of course she is, but it's not her stunning personality you're after, obviously," Samael further teased him. "So far, she's made you fight a dragon, go inside my cock, sacrifice your life and your honor, and still she rejects you? Only because you cannot defeat a reptile ten times your size." He tilted his head at the mouse, giving him a wink. "Obviously it's for sex."

Randal blushed and bit his lower lip, choosing not to answer for a short while.

As the mouse thought about it, Samael smiled all the more. He knew it wasn't so simple, but it was a delight to watch the tiny male squirm about in his paw, reconsidering all the choices he'd made up to this point. Doubt was etched on Randal's features in that moment, and it was a delight to witness such confusion.

"You're wrong, dragon! Stop tormenting me," Randal begged. "You are clearly a creature of pure evil, and none of your words are to be trusted."

"I can be nice on occasion, but you did try to slay me, mouse," Samael rumbled. "And for that, I will not stop tormenting you. I'm going to eat your princess, right in front of you. You're going to feel her moving down my neck and into my body, listening to her as she travels down. And then, I'm going to swallow you down as well."

Samael lifted the male mouse up in front of his snout to begin the show, not bothering to wait for any further complaints or begging from his food. "In fact, I don't think you've had a nice, good look at where you're going yet, have you? Here... take a peek at your Princess, and the beginnings of the long, disgusting trip down into a dragon's gut."

He chuckled at his own teasing, once again carefully peeling back his lips, and widening his jaws to show off all the inner areas of his mouth. Due to the fun he'd been having with the princess, the interior flesh and tongue was absolutely coated in drool, showcasing just how delicious he found the little mouse. Rose lay sprawled in the center of that slimy appendage, a fair amount dazed from the ordeal she'd been going through.

Rose coughed and sputtered, shaking her head and spraying saliva from the tufts of her tiny ears. Her eyes fixed on Randal through the rows of fangs, before tilting upwards, gazing at the lined, fleshy, reptilian palate arching above her head. A deep, resonating growl from Samael's throat made her jump in shock, shuddering at how she felt those reverberations through the tongue she was holding. "I don't want to be eaten, please, I'm not food," she gasped. "Randal, do something, you useless warrior! Free yourself and get me out!"

"Yes, go on Randal," Samael purred, talking delicately around the Princess, keeping his mouth as open as possible. "Come on in and save her. If you don't, in about thirty seconds I'm going to swallow her. If you thought my nuts were horrible, then I'm afraid my stomach is going to be much, much worse for that lovely body of hers. I can taste all those rich perfumes in her fur you know... all that softness and delicate texture, brought on by years of a rich lifestyle. When you're inside my belly, none of it will matter. My gut will work on your body for hours and hours, breaking you down and churning you up to be digested and shoved into my intestines. I think that's a fitting fate for someone that intruded upon my lair, don't you? You aren't the first mouse to be eaten, and you certainly won't be the last. Your kind is made to be prey."

"T-Thirty seconds? Rose stammered, now panicking and trying to climb back out, only to have the tongue curl upwards and push her back into the middle.

"Less than that now, sweetie," Samael growled. To further torment her, he exhaled harshly at them both from the back of his throat, letting Rose feel the sickly aromas and hot, wafting air directly from the depths of his body. She coughed and gagged, still trying to climb out, but finding the task nearly impossible. "My throat is getting wider now, I'm sure you can see a few, good feet into my esophagus, yes? A dragon's neck is so very long... it's going to take you a good while to travel down into my tummy. Don't worry, Randal will be here to watch you every step of the way. Just a small, mouse-sized bulge behind my layers of scales." As he spoke, Samael tilted his head backwards, grinning at the terrified squeaks of dismay as Rose slid down his slimy tongue.

Rose's little paws grasped and reached out for any sort of purchase, but found none. She slid down the length of that appendage, flailing the whole way as she sunk into the dragon's throat. She nestled up into that pocket of flesh near the back against her will, releasing a cry of terror, still attempting to fight her way free. "Dragon, no, please! I can't take this, I don't want to be eaten, please... your breath is disgusting, your drool is messing up my fur, and it's too hot in here. I can't stand it!" She yelled, beating at his tongue and reaching out to try and grab the sides of his gullet. "Don't you dare swallow me. If you do, my army will find this place, and you will- "

Having enough of her constant nagging, Samael shut his jaws entirely and sealed the mouse back into the darkness of his predatory maw. He held the mouse where she was, feeling the pleasant, final struggles of a morsel that knew she was about to get swallowed. How many mice he'd done this to, he'd lost count, but the Princess was simply another bit of food to be digested.

"I think those thirty seconds are up, don't you think Randal?" Samael growled, his red eyes fixing on the male mouse.

Randal whimpered in the reptile's clutches, feeling as naked and vulnerable as ever as those eyes fixed on him. "There's...nothing I can say that will convince you otherwise, is there?"

Samael smiled at the mouse, showing off his fangs, right before he decided it was time. "Now you're starting to see the full picture," he said, before closing his eyes, tilting his head back, and swallowing.

He rumbled with delight as his throat opened and flexed, pushing the Princess down into his neck, along with a fair amount of his reptilian drool. His tongue slid out from his lips and curled upwards along his snout, showcasing the delicate nature of his swallow. It was slow and sensual, just as he'd promised to give Rose initially in his treatment of eating her. He followed up his first gulp with another one immediately after, his entire head lifting briefly before dropping back down. Just like that, the princess was gone. He opened up his jaws and sighed, his eyes half-open and lidded with pleasure as he felt the female sinking down his long, sinuous neck, vanishing from the world in that single moment to be nothing more than an addition to his large form. He exhaled his hot breath from between his jaws and licked his scaled lips to clear them of excess drool. As he finished up, he fixed his eyes back on Randal, and opened his mouth wide to show off just how empty it was.

"And there she goes, all gone," Samael teased, stretching his jaws wide to display his empty gullet. He then quickly slammed them shut and purred, tilting his head to give the male Prince a better look. "Can you see her little body moving down my neck? I can feel in there you know, still fighting and pushing against my esophagus as she sinks in lower. What do you think it's like in there?" He said, his tone carried a great measure of amusement.

Randal was absolutely horrified at what he'd just witnessed, but couldn't help but stare all the same. He ignored the dragon's tormenting words, and instead simply watched, transfixed with a morbid fascination at the shape of his Princess in the reptile's scales. He could see her moving down the beast's neck indeed. She was hardly even a quarter of the way down, moving at what he thought to be an incredibly slow pace. He looked ahead even further, tracing Samael's body down the neck, all the way towards the chest, and the massive form sprawling out underneath, still covered in spent jizz and emissions. It was a grotesque sight.

And what made it all worse, was that he knew he was next.

"I don't want to know what it's like, I want to leave," Randal murmured.

"Oh I'm sure you, but that option has long since passed when you decided to try and slay me again," Samael answered, matter-of-factly. "I gave you more chances then I gave most of my prey, Randal, but now you must pay the price of failure."

The mouse whimpered at that answer, biting his lips to prevent himself from crying out. He looked down at Samael's neck once more, noting that the Princess had almost finished her journey. The swell of her form was less distinct now, as the neck got thicker. It would only be a few moments before she was fully inside.

"C-Can I serve you in a different way perhaps? I can be your tiny, mouse servant for a while, you know? Clean your scales and your cave?" Randal offered, gulping in nervousness. He really didn't want to suffer the Princess' fate.

Samael rolled his eyes at the suggestion. "The only way you're going to be serving me going forward is as some extra weight on my legs, tiny mouse," he rumbled, fixing the other male with a hungry stare, licking his lips. "I'm going to play with you for as long as I desire, and do whatever I want with you. There's nobody that's going to come and rescue you. It's just you and me in this cave, and I'm going to taste the flavours of your little body for as long as I like. And don't worry, I won't bite. Just like how you saw me eat the princess, I like to swallow my meals down whole"

Randal shuddered as he heard those words, looking down the length of the dragon's body with his eyes. This is how he was going to die wasn't it? Eaten by a dragon. What a terrible way to go.

Samael paused for just a moment, closing his eyes to let out a sigh. "Also, I think you should know that your precious Princess just entered my stomach. I know it's hard to tell just looking at my belly, but she's in there, I felt it. How do you think she's doing in there, hm? All that soft, royal fur soaking in my predatory, digestive juices. I don't think it's the type of bath she likes, do you?"

The Prince looked down at the dragon's tummy with a transfixed, horrified stare. She really was inside there now wasn't she? There was no rescuing her from that place, not anymore. She was food for this beast, just as much as he was.

"No, not at all dragon, not at all," Randal agreed, swallowing with nervousness and looking up at his captor. The reptile's fearsome mouth was hovering before him, only an arm's length away. He inhaled sharply, puffing out his chest, and doing his best to have one last, shred of courage. "I know you're going to eat me now, beast, so get it over with. At least I will be with my princess."

"Indeed you will, little Prince, indeed you will," Samael purred, licking his lips one last time. "No more words now, mouse, it's time to eat." He opened his mouth wide as he finished those words, his slimy, reptilian tongue rolling out front his mouth and beyond the lower rows of teeth. He wasted no time in bringing his meal forwards, tossing the mouse directly into his gaping jaws, into that awaiting throat.

Randal lost his composure very quickly when he was thrown. He gasped in fear and flailed his limbs, nearly grazing his paw over one of the large, upper teeth. he impacted the back of Samael's large, drool-covered tongue, before those jaws snapped shut quickly around him, sealing him in a prison of darkness, saliva, and smooth flesh. He whimpered to himself as the beast's smelly breath filled his nose, the taste of that predatory maw filling his mouth. Then he felt himself being pushed around by the powerful muscle underneath him. He was shoved from side to side without mercy, his naked body being tasted, just like the princess had been before him.

Samael kept his eyes closed, now alone, with nobody around to watch him finish off his last meal for the afternoon. He could've simply swallowed the mouse down, as he'd done so many times before, but this one was special. He was a Prince after all, which was not something he was going to take lightly. He was going to take his time with this one, as he promised himself, teasing the cowardly creature, and savouring all the little tastes that his rich, royal form was going to give him.

Inside the dragon's jaws, Randal had never felt so completely helpless. His fur was immediately soaked in drool and grime, forcing him to close his eyes and keep his mouth shut, unless he should taste more of the beast that he desired. The meaty stench of horrid, guttural air exhaled forth from the throat and buffed him with a constant, heavy lathe that seemed to almost weight him down. The tongue underneath him pushed at him and shoved him into the many corners and fleshy pockets, nudging him underneath for a moment, before scooping him up and placing him in the cheek. He felt himself being sucked on for a long while, an experience he found deeply disturbing and noisy, with the pressure of reptilian flesh increasing all around him, making him curl up into a ball and clutch at the dragon's teeth for any sort of support.

This went on for what seemed like many, long minutes. When he was sure that he couldn't take it any longer however, everything stopped, and Randal felt the pressure lessen. He began to catch glimpses of light from outside Samael's teet, as the dragon started to speak.

"Just as I thought," Samael began, talking with his mouth full. "You are such a delicious little piece of food. How far you've fallen from being a mouse prince, yes? To be at the top of the rodent royalty, only to be reminded that you're nothing more than a snack for a hungry beast like me."

He closed his eyes again and rumbled in delight as he tasted the tiny mouse. He rubbed his slick tongue along the Prince's body, pinning his treat up against his palate, and using the entire length of his muscle to glide over his meal before relaxing.

"I think I can feel a burp coming up, Randal," the predator said, a small measure of excitement in his tone. "A consequence of swallowing my prey whole, I'm afraid. Do you want a small sample of what the princess is experiencing in my gut? I assure you it's much, much worse than where you are right now."

Randal whimpered at the suggestion. The knowledge that he was going to be eaten was bad enough, but did the dragon really have to torment him in such a manner? "No, please don't," he begged. "I don't want to know, your breath smells bad enough. Let me out, I'll do anything." He tried to pull himself forwards along the tongue in a miserable, desperate attempt at escape, but didn't move an inch.

"You're asking me as if you have a choice, little mouse," Samael said with a delighted chuckle. "You're mine to taste and play with, for as long as I desire. Come now, let me show you how a dragon belches after eating a princess. Here it comes."

With an expert flick of his tongue, Samael flipped the mouse around in his mouth, forcing Randal to twist and fall flat on his belly with an uncomfortable squeak. The deep, bubbling pocket of air rising in his gut was approaching fast, lifting up through the muscles of his neck at an alarming speed, straight from the gastrous chamber of his stomach. He didn't want the Prince to miss this part.

With an excited growl as the air reached his gullet, Samael opened up his jaws, allowing some light into his massive jaws so that the mouse could see. Then, with an alarming amount of volume, his throat opened, and he let out a deep, guttural belch that echoed into the cave air.

Transfixed by the horrifying sight of the dragon's throat, Randal was peering straight down into the neck when that burp hit him, the acidic smell of reptilian belly, heat, and half-digested meats smacking him in the face with an alarming force. A spray of grime and drool washed over the front of his body and covered his fur in an additional layer of bodily fluids. The aroma that filled his nostrils in that moment was heavy and moist, permeating within his scenes like a weight, immediately making him gag and retch. It was worse than he could've ever imagined.

When Samael finished his belch, he curled his tongue playfully, sighing in satisfaction as he shut his jaws again, sealing the mouse inside. The thunderous sound echoed throughout the cave for a long moment before ending. He licked his lips to remind himself of Rose's taste, thinking about her flavour as it returned to his chops. Although he knew there was no bringing her back from his stomach now, he almost wished he could eat her again.

"I did catch a hint of princess in that one I think, Randal, don't you think?" Samael joked, running his claws almost tenderly across the scales of his middle.

Randal could hardly register the dragon's words. He was in a state of pure disgust, gagging and coughing within the back of his captor's jaws, recovering from the foul stench and putrid air that blasted around his body during that burp. His nostrils burned with the smell, while his fur tingled lightly with agitation at the smeared, additional fluids that coated his face and back. The stench of a reptile couldn't be more raw than that. It was terrible to think that he was going to such a place... deep inside the dragon, to join his princess.

With another cough, the mouse Prince slowly composed himself, pushing on the predator's tongue.

"There was nothing but vile and disgusting, dragon," Randal stated. He again tried to push himself away from the throat, wriggling his tiny form away, which only seemed to please the giant creature even more. "D-don't swallow me, please. I'll do anything."

"Oh, but your princess is waiting for you, Randal," Samael answered, once again talking in a muffled tone around the food in his maw. "Are you sure you don't want to try rescuing her there as well? I can still feel her moving in there you know. Her little kicks, struggling, and movements within my belly... I do love it when my prey does that."

Randal yelped and squeaked in terror when the beast's tongue shoved him backwards towards the throat, that long, dark tube opening up before him, covered in slime and radiating uncomfortable heat. "No, you can have her. She's all yours, just let me go!" He begged.

"And I'm afraid you're all mine as well, Randal, and I'm not letting you go," Samael stated. "In fact, I think it's about time I just gulped you down. You were an absolutely lovely treat, tiny mouse. I will say that you tasted better than most of your kind. Much more clean and rich. But when it all comes down to it, when you antagonize a dragon like myself, you're nothing more than my lunch."

And with that, Samael unceremoniously tilted his head back, and pushed the helpless prince into the back of his throat.

"No! Dragon, wait, wait, there must be something else I can do! H-help me! Somebody...EEEE! NO! Not like thi-"

Any further words the mouse had to say were cut off when Samael slammed his jaws shut. He rumbled with delight and closed his eyes, allowing the mouse to struggle and fight in those final moments, nothing more than a slight tickle in his gullet. Some muffled words and squeaks could still be heard, but it no longer mattered to him. He'd made his decision.

It was then however, that he felt another burp coming.

A particularly evil idea crossed his mind as he stored the mouse in his throat. All it would take was a single swallow to send his food down, but it wasn't every day you had a royal mouse to torment. Let alone two.

Since the mouse was already face-down in his throat, it was the perfect position for what he had in mind. As the princess stewed away in his gut, the bubbling air of his disgusting, reptilian belch began to travel up the length of his neck. He chuckled to himself at the pure, terrible experience that he would be putting his tiny morsel through, but it was too amusing for him to resist.

He lifted his jaws up into the air, tilting them vertically, and opened them wide. His tongue curled with the effort of hugging his prey in place. Those tiny legs kicked and fought in his throat, visible from the outside if any would-be onlookers were to be catching Randal's gross, final moments. Pool of drool and grime collected down to coat the mouse's naked form in heated, viscous fluids.

Then, just as Samael felt his gastrous, stomach air coming up, he swallowed the mouse down. The wet, slimy flex of his throat was audible throughout the cave as he chugged the tiny creature down: Gulp....Glrp....Glck! The last of Randal's tail disappeared from those open jaws and down into the beast's esophagus. For an ordinary eating, this is where he would relax, and simply let his neck do the rest of the work. However, the Prince was immediately met with the rising stench of his belly, and he gullet opened wide to let out a second, terribly loud burp.

"Uuuuuuuurp!" Samael blasted out into the cave air, his open jaws pointed upwards, with a spray of slime and drool arching over the cave roof. The poor mouse was halted in the descent down his throat, pinned between the hugging layers of vibrating flesh as he belched, long and disgustingly, letting it ring out for as long as he possibly could. He even put a paw on his belly and pushed,shoving on those scales and prolonging the vile, crude act. His neck-scales shook, and the bulge of his meal stayed right where he was, just for that moment, right up until he was finished.

When the belch was over, Samael simply shut his jaws and snickered to himself. He dropped his head and swallowed again... then once more, to send the Prince down on his way. His message had been sent, and now that he'd teased the mouse with a full on, guttural burp all around his body, it was now time to let him sink inside and meet his fate.

He licked his lips and sighed, waiting there on his back for his meal to slide into his stomach. He could track Randal's descent with his claws, feeling the mouse every slow, delicate step of the way. His neck scales swelled to showcase the meal moving down into his body. Although it wasn't clear from the outside, Samael could certainly feel his latest meal wriggling in there, struggling for any sort of support, and pushing into the sides of his hot, slimy esophagus as it dragged him in. Just as he wanted, and just as he'd asked.

Samael only had to wait a moment longer, before the unlucky mouse reached the final portion of his neck, vanishing down into his body, and slipping inside the tight, constricting pocket of his stomach to join the princess. He sighed and licked his lips in remembrance of his lovely, filling meal. It was at this moment that he knew the Prince was regretting having ever tried to slay him. Being teased with his breath of a belch was terrible, but it was nothing compared to the overwhelming heat, churning digestive juices, and the never-ending, crushing hug of his reptilian belly. They would remain awake for a long, torturous while, but it was nothing more than they deserved. In his mind, they were simply another meal, to be used and consumed into his larger body. Digested in his middle, then pushed downwards to the rest of his system to be absorbed as nutrients for a greater being than themselves.

With a lazy yawn, the dragon pushed himself onto his feet and took a moment to stretch. The copious amounts of cum and spent seed covering his form sloshed down to litter the cave floor in a terrible mess. Drips of his breeding cream continue to fall from his swollen tummy and his toned legs. It would be a lot of work to clear out the stench from his home, but the act was certainly worth it. He would have quite the story to tell some of his fellow dragons when he saw them again.

With another, rancid burp, Samael shook his head and moved out from the cave. He dipped his head low to not drag his horns along the ceiling as he made his way out. "Time to find a nice, cool stream to wash all this filth of myself," he rumbled. "Followed by a good drink, and a long, peaceful nap. Digest well, little princess and prince. Though your story will never be told, at least you accomplished the true purpose of all mice everywhere... getting eaten by something bigger."

He then left the cave, and prowled off to the nearest water course, his belly full of mice, and letting out the occasional, rude burp along the way.

The end.