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It all started like any other night Derek and Lyren would hang out, catching up on the week before going out to hunt and returning to eat while they both took turns reading books about what the world would be like in a few thousand years, where dragons were part machines and new powers had come forth from different elemental dragons breeding together. But it was on this one night, after reading a particularly smutty scene between two dragons in the story did Lyren make a move on Derek, leaning up to his earfin before letting out a soft growl. Derek shuddered, arching his neck slightly in surprise and arousal as he had clearly been riled up by the story as well, feeling the dominant drake's hot breath on his ear before Lyren's teeth soft pressed onto it.

Lyren was careful not to hurt the fragile little dragon, being nearly double Derek's size, nibbling on his ear playfully as he took pleasure in watching the feminine male squirm at his touch, tail flicking and head raised with soft huffs and pants from only that. Lyren let out a puff of vapor, his sweet citrus smoke drifting through the room and into Derek's face, watching as the small dragon couldn't help but drink in the scent, knowing it was filling his mind, soon to make him more compliant which Lyren would need to be able to rutt the drake without much resistance. Sure, he knew the black dragon was a slut and would take it eventually, but watching the male try to struggle before obeying and succumbing to his breath gave him a thrill he could not achieve otherwise.

What made this session so different from the other fuckings was when Lyren leaned down and gave a long lick up the base of Derek's tail to the back of his neck, tongue slathering his back in his saliva in an act of dominance. It was at this point when he pulled his tongue back into his maw that he tasted something odd, something that made him hungry, something... delicious. He silently gazed at Derek's back, wondering if he had licked up whatever the taste came from, but he didn't notice anything on him before. With a blink of confusion and curiosity, he leaned down and gave the drake's back another long lick, immediately detecting that taste that for some reason reminded him of a past meal.

It was only once he gave a final look at the dragon below him that he realized what he was tasting: Derek. There wasn't some leftover taste of prey left on his back or some liquid he had bathed in, it was simply his taste. It didn't have any sort of flavor really, but it carried with it the scent of fear and excitement and it reminded him of a dragon or two he had eaten before. Lyren typically would only eat a dragon if they were threatening his hoard or mate and sometimes if he was feeling particularly hungry, but for some reason, despite how long Derek and Lyren had been friends... was Lyren really developing a... hunger for Derek?

He shook his head, trying to ignore the thought before mounting the male and breeding them like the dragoness they liked to be treated as. All through the session though and even as he slept Lyren couldn't get that taste out of his mind, this desire to... drain the dragon of his power and turn it into the many crystals he had collected from his previous meals. Sure his previous meals were able to think and talk like Derek, but he promised to protect the dragoness himself and now for some reason, here he was, waking up with his maw filling with drool as he glared down at the dragon's small form, lying out with his tail in front of Lyren's maw as if tempting him to do it. He felt his stomach let out a growl at the thought but huffed and tried to shake away the thought. No, he had promised to keep Derek as his friend, he couldn't - he wouldn't let himself think of them as merely a meal!

But as the weeks went by, his desire for the drake became harder and harder to ignore, like an itch that wouldn't go away. He'd scratch that itch every time they hung out, which became more and more frequent until they pretty much spent every night together. Derek hadn't known why Lyren was suddenly wanting to hang out more, but it was no mystery that Lyren began to lick him much more. The green dragon would lick his face, back, belly, slathering up him before mating them in his cave. Derek had noticeably become more hesitant when Lyren would lick him as if wondering why Lyren would lick his lips and let out pleased groans after licking him, but it seemed the vapors Lyren released made Derek's worries feel illegitimate, fake, and made up while also making him forget about the growls of Lyren's belly whenever they left in the morning.

Lyren found himself grabbing Derek's tail one night, maw parting with strands of saliva as his heart began to race. His drool seeped around his teeth, dripping down his jaw onto the cold cave floor beneath them, those black scales, those eyes closed and unaware of the gaping maw behind them. Oh, it would be so easy to just swallow them whole... To clamp his teeth around his tail and drag him inside whether he wanted it or not... But he held back.

He found himself waking up one night with the tip of Derek's tail in his maw, suckling on it until he was awoken by Derek, the dragon looking fearful as he asked what he was doing. Of course, Lyren said he was only teasing him, simply wanting to drag him by the tail to mate him, but it seemed as if his tasting had only provoked more fear into his meal. They began asking questions about the licks to which Lyren would say was only to make him submit, but Derek began to hang out less and less with him. He knew it was because of the fear that Lyren wasn't just teasing him, and it was at this point that both of the drakes knew what he most likely wanted. The poisonous drake found himself hissing, growling in his lair, imagining the meat before him now, pinning his tail down as the prey struggled to flee.

Lyren had tried putting it off, trying to deny himself the lustful desire to break the dragon down into nutrients, to take their power, to taste their flavor in his maw, but now he knew the desire would only continue to grow stronger and more unbearable with each passing day. It was then, in that cave, dimly lit by the flickering and crackling of the green flame torches connected to the cavern walls that he shook away the care that Derek was his friend, gave up any love for the innocent creature that Derek was, and set into his mind the destiny of the prey animal he'd desired to consume for so long: to make them his food, permanently.

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Even knowing that later that night Derek would be in his maw, digesting away in his belly, he still couldn't stop thinking about it all day. The sun was licking at the edge of the horizon, dipping below the tree line of the forest outside his cave as his verdant mist plumed forth from his nostrils, covering the ground of his cave behind him and the grass beneath his paws in a thick emerald fog. The miasma reached out into the trees as if sharing the same desire as their Master, searching for the black dragon to make their own.

Derek had been hesitant when Lyren stopped by his cave and suggested them meeting up again since the last time they had been together was weeks ago when Derek got spooked from Lyren's licks and said he needed space. Now though, he said he'd be willing to meet him at his cave, but only if a few of his close friends could come along to keep his worries at bay. Of course, Lyren accepted the deal, nodding to him before flying back to his cave.

The verdant beast closed his eyes, head tilted towards the ground as a deep smile curled into his lips, green mist pouring out from his nostrils as a twisted chuckle resonated inside him, seeping out into a deep almost growl-like laugh. Digging his paw's right claws into the ground, his need for Derek displayed in the huge clump of dirt he tore out from beneath him as he slowly raised his head. His eyes peeked open into slits, glaring at the lake of mist invading the forest for his meal, stomach letting out a growl while his maw began to part.

While his mist didn't have any effect on him, it was Derek's taste that provoked his drug-like state, unable to focus on anything but him. Long strands of saliva connected the roof of his mouth to his tongue, fangs dripping a thick coat of it as well while his green tongue dipped down and out of his mouth, jaws drooling saliva until the dripped off his chin into the ground below, taking a swallow as he imagined that drake's tail disappearing along with the rest of him forever inside. "This dragon is mine. He doesn't realize that his friends won't save him from me... once he enters my cave... he may as well be serving himself on a silver platter, just a skull for me to play with and toss into my pile of bones afterward."

Sadly, he knew he couldn't give away his plans just yet. If his prey saw him drooling like this he was sure they'd run, so for now he'd have to play it cool until his plan came to fruition. Then... then he could slam his paw onto the dragon's tail, watch the fear in his eyes as he screamed for mercy, begging as he swallowed his tail first, all his friends watching him become food... He just had to wait.

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With a deep breath, Derek opened his eyes, looking over at his three friends, asking them all with a lowered voice as he knew that once they stepped out of the cave Lyren would likely know they were there. "You guys ready? He's not a bad dragon just... he's made me worried recently is all."

Digi, the blue anthro fox spoke up, stretching his leg to scratch under his jeans before standing straight up to fix his black t-shirt, "Yeah, we know. I'm sure it's all just a misunderstanding."

"I know you're worried, but what Derek has told us is alarming... We'll stick by your side." Maselkov nodded to Derek, the black dragons exchanging a thankful glance before Furr spoke up as well, placing a paw on Derek's softly, looking them in the eye.

"If you feel uncomfortable and want to leave, just say something. We're here for you and it'll be okay. We'll just talk it out with him, ask him why he's been licking you more often... You said he's your friend so I doubt he'd want to harm you in some way." The red dragon added, tan feathered wings spread out to hug Derek near him for a moment before letting go, the green mist curling around their legs while the wing brushed through Furr's tan hair trailing down his back and ruffling his chest fur.

Derek still couldn't quench the uneasy feeling inside him, but perhaps they were right this time. Lyren had never done anything to harm him in the past, and the black dragon had never angered him, and yet something about their recent interactions just felt... off. Lyren's yellow eyes staring through him, eyes flickering almost with a fire while his paw seemed to push him even harder into the ground. Perhaps he was only feeling particularly lustful, but that's what he was here to find out today. He wouldn't let his friend and him ignore the worry like it didn't exist. Someway and somehow, the problem would be resolved and whatever was bothering Lyren he vowed to fix.~

"Then let's go." Without another word, Furr pulling his wing off them, they trodded out of the edge of the forest, the fog drifting around them as they approached the green drake's lair. He was waiting for them, head held high, a soft smile on his face with his wings at his side, seemingly acting as if whatever issue they had before had suddenly been forgotten by him. Derek tilted his head slightly, greeting him as he stood in front of him with his friends at his side, "Lyren, I see you waited for us."

"Mmm, but of course. I've been meeting to talk to you about something for a while now and I'm glad to see you've accepted the invitation to meet me. I do miss our alone time together you know?~" He grinned, the verdant dragon more than twice his size, slightly bigger than Furr himself who was also taller than Derek himself. The emerald beast leaned his head down, puffing out a strong plume of mist right over the dragon's snout, Derek slightly shrinking back and yet feeling a wave of submission crash over him as he couldn't help but remember the many times this dragon had mated him while being addicted to his citrusy vapors.

"Well, I felt like it would be best to bring a few friends along. You should have told me this when this was first becoming a problem you know, but at least we're talking about it now." Derek dipped his snout slightly, tail swishing back and forth.

Furr broke in, keeping his head held high as he stood a few paw steps behind Derek, "Why don't we move inside? I know Derek doesn't like the cold and I've heard you have a campfire in there as well?"

Lyren gave the red dragon a thankful glance, eyes scanning over the group of them, "Yes, I do. It's very nice to have somewhere warm to sleep, especially on cold nights like this." Without waiting for them, he let out a plume of smoke and turned back to the cave, calling over his wing at them as he walked, "Come along, don't be shy. I've been preparing for you."

Derek stood his ground for a moment, waiting until Lyren took a turn to the left inside the cave, out of earshot of them for him to speak, "Before we go in, you need to keep in mind that he uses his toxic fumes to try and calm his guests... Sure, yes it feels and may seem right to just agree with what he says but... After everything that's happened recently, I can't help but feel he'll try and-"

"Derek, stop it." Furr placed a paw on his shoulder, staring into his eyes softly, "You said it yourself that he's never tried to hurt you or anyone you know, so why would he start now? Still, I'll keep in mind what you said and keep my mind sharp. I can't help myself from breathing though and if we're heading into his lair I'm sure it'll be covered in the thick fog."

Derek noticed Maselkov's ears pull back, perhaps from worry as his eyes fixed onto the miasma pouring from to the cave while Digi added, "The fact that he let us come with you should he doesn't mean harm. After all, there's four of us and one of him. If something went bad he wouldn't stand a chance against all of us. Look at the bright side, we've already talked to him and we're fine right?" The blue wolf gave a warm grin to try and break the tension, but Derek only looked back in uncertainty before following after Lyren. Digi glanced at Furr and Maselkov, giving a serious look before shaking himself of his worry and entering the cave together.

The torches flickered to life as they entered, previously unlit until they approached them, lighting up the dark hallway with an eerie glow. At the end of the tunnel was the lair of the dragon, a roaring emerald inferno set ablaze on top of a pile of wood encircled by rocks. The lights clawed and licked at the air, wanting to grow even larger despite the small amount of fuel present. Lyren lay wait in front of the open flames, a warm glow surrounding his form as the green vapors swirled around his body, reaching out to the new dragons, "Welcome to my lair, little ones. Come and sit, we have much to discuss."

The soft crackling of the wood greeted them as they sat amongst one another, Derek on the opposite side of the fire from the green dragon while his friend sat close nearby. The heat from the flames was much appreciated from the cold outside, but for some reason even now Derek felt a chill run down his spine when he looked through the fire into the eyes of Lyren. His eyes were fixed on the black dragon, the fire reflecting in his gaze as if to represent the burning desire he kept locked inside.

"Tell me, Derek..." Lyren spoke up, watching him with a glint in his eye, "What exactly made you so worried the last few times we were together?"

The black dragon paused, trying to keep eye contact with him but glancing away occasionally from his hard stare, "I... You were- licking me a lot more than you usually do, and you know that. I couldn't help bu-"

"Oh, Derek!" He chuckled, smiling widely, "Am I not allowed to show you my affection for you? I assumed you liked my touch after all the moaning you do when you're around me.~" His tail flicked behind him, tilting his muzzle down with another large plume of green smoke billowing forth among the mist covering the cave. Derek hadn't really given it much thought, but even now, afraid of the dragon before him, he couldn't help but feed that craving for the sweet aroma of fumes. He hadn't smelt it since they last met and it was welcoming in a way that his mind tried to push back at.

"Tha- That's not the point!" He took in a deep breath, feeling his cheek scales heat up with a look over at Maselkov who smiled at Lyren's words despite the tension in the air. "I just feel like there's something more behind it all... Like there's something you're not telling me and it worries me."

He nodded back, the verdant drake raising a talon, watching as the smoke from his nostrils curled around the claw as if it had a mind of its own. "I suppose I can't hide anything from you, dragoness..." Lowering his paw, he added, looking at the others, "I've had something on my mind recently but I would request your friends to give their opinions as well, that way if they agree with me, then maybe you'll see that you're just worrying too much about this. Would that be alright with all of you?" He dipped his head, giving a sympathetic look to Derek's friends.

"Yeah, no that's cool."

"I'd... I'd like that."

"That does make sense..."

"Wait, what?" Derek exclaimed, blinking as he looked at the others, their eyes seeming to lower slightly with their muscles more relaxed. It was only then that Derek noticed how deep their breathing had become, that deadly fog creeping up and filling their breaths, no doubt already calming their senses. Standing back up, Derek looked back over to Lyren, letting out a soft growl, "Lyren, stop it. I know what you're doing and I'm telling you to stop with the fumes."

"That's no way to treat your friend, to tell them how to behave in their own den! Besides, what would you have me do?" He chuckled, "Sit back down, pet. Don't you want to hear what I have to say?"

"No, you know what? We're leaving. I'm not letting you try to control my frie-"

"Derek, just... sit." The drake shifted his gaze suddenly to Furr, eyes wide as the red dragon talked slowly, "We came here to talk... I've got you just... Calm down. He seems genuine."

"These vapors are supposed to relax you, Derek, not scare you. I want our meeting to be a productive one, where I explain my desires and we work it out. The fumes merely relax everyone so we can talk without fear. Don't you want a civil conversation, girl?~" Derek huffed softly at being called those words, knowing Lyren was using those to try and win him over.

Looking over to his friends, they seemed to look at him with an... annoyed look? Digi spoke up, "Just sit down. He wants to explain."

Derek could feel his heart beating faster, that gut feeling of something bad that was about to happen, but seeing his friends like this... Maybe he was overreacting? No, it had to be the smoke trying to tell him that. He'd breathed in so much of the mist in the past that its effects didn't get to him as much as they used to, meaning he could try and block out their advances for a while. His friends on the other talon seemed to welcome the scent though, and if they weren't leaving then...

He looked back to Lyren, glaring slightly at how he was already controlling his friends before sitting down slowly, "Fine. I'll listen, but after that, I'm leaving. No sex or anything. I'm here to hear what you have to say and then leave with my friends, do you understand?"

"I think once you know the reason behind my past behavior... your body will speak for you. Just sit like a good pet."

Derek let out a low growl at him, baring his teeth. "Just get on with it."

He gave a little nod, silent for a few moments as he looked over Derek, yellows eyes seemingly scanning his body as he would usually do to him before a rutting session. "I've always enjoyed our times together, Derek. You're a beautiful 'ness and a wonderful friend, but as of late I've come to realize something about you that I had never discovered a need for in the past. An overwhelming desire of mine."

"I will say, once I realized what I desired, I was quite against the idea, or at least apprehensive about it since I knew you may be hesitant to divulge me in such pleasures, but after a while, I couldn't stop myself any longer."

"No, Lyren. Stop beating around the bush. If you have something to tell me then simply tell me what you want" Derek growled, shaking his head before glaring back at him. He flared his wings, letting the hidden markings light up underneath them as if to warn he wasn't playing around. Lyren wasn't fazed by his act at all though and simply took a step to the right, looking at him.

"I would usually punish you for ordering your master, 'ness, but since you're scared and want to know the truth... I suppose I can get straight to the point, just for you." He then padded to the wall, finishing, "Let me show you something. I believe this will answer your questions fairly quickly. Everyone else, stay where you are."

"Yes, Lyren." They each echoed, causing a dark chill to run down Derek's spine. Looking back, he noticed the blank look on their faces, looking past Derek to Lyren's form.

"Let them go, Lyren! They aren't your playthings!"

He laughed loudly, head leaning down with a wide grin, tail lashing back and forth behind him, "You think I'm in control of them? No, darling, they have their own free will. Sure, the fog may be persuading them to trust me, but if they were your friends I'm sure they wouldn't trust someone who was a threat to you, would they?"

Derek's was fighting amongst himself in his mind, trying to decide if he should flee or stay, but once Lyren placed his paw onto the cold stone wall, he couldn't help but watch as a small hole in the wall opened. Then, with a plume of his vapors into the hole, a deep rumbling thrummed beneath their paws as he spoke, "I'll make this simple. You know I've had other dragonesses before you, I know I've said we've simply parted ways, but the truth is that once I get bored of them I begin to crave them in a deeper more primal way. Sure, you were different in the fact that I was fighting this desire since I saw in you a dragoness I could be with for life, but after this last week..."

Suddenly the wall beside them began to rose, a secret room revealing itself to Derek while the others sat by the fire and watched. He had heard of contraptions like this before, either for rich dragons or dragons with strong magic, but had never seen one up close before. It made him wonder how Lyren could hav-

Then, as the wall rose high enough to get a look into the room, Derek's heart plummeted, a gasp escaping his maw as he stood motionless to the sight in front of him. Behind the door lay another small cavern, dimly lit with one green torch at the back along with a large plush pillow in the middle, but laying all around the edges of the room were bones. Skulls of dragon littered randomly along the walls with bits of torn clothes scattered about. A horrible acidic stench filled the room along with the citrus smell of Lyrens fog, causing Derek's stomach to turn on sight.

He didn't want to believe it, it couldn't be true... and yet here in front of him were skulls of dragons, dragonesses from what Lyren seemed to be saying, all partners of his like him, swallowed alive and digested with only their bones remaining as a reminder of the past meal they had become to the terrifying beast.

Derek backpedaled shortly after, fear wrapping around his brain, nearly freezing his body as he tried to get his legs to respond and run away. "F-fuck..." He breathed, looking over the corpses as Lyren let out a hungry growl, teeth bared at him.

"Thissss is what they've become, Derek. I could never settle for a single dragoness, so why let one simply go to waste and leave when I could get a filling meal out of them instead? Of course, I hoped you'd be the last, my final mate, but as always... Oh, I can't resist a taste so delectable as yours, prey.~"

Derek tried not to think about the arousal building within him, knowing some part of the fog was trying to twist his fear into an act of pleasure, but he wouldn't let it. He had to run, now! He knew what Lyren had wanted before he even came here, but now there was nothing left to wonder.

"No, Lyren! You BACK OFF! If you think you can overpower me, you should know I have friends with me this time. Four against one!"

He yelled at the predator, standing tall with his wings spread, markings turned green under his eyes, one his shoulders along with the spirals on his wing membranes, strong pulses directed onto Lyren to try and instill fear. But in reaction, Lyren laughed again, taking one thunderous step forward, dipping his head down to look Derek straight in the eyes, "Are you really sure those dragons are you friends? Here, let me ask them for you, hehe."

He then raised his head again, calling to the others, "All of you, tell me, who is this standing before me? Do you know them?"

The silence that followed was deafening, Derek, turning to look at them while he whimpered out, body shaking, "W-what? Maselkov, Digi, FURR- WHY DON'T YOU RECOGNIZE ME?!"

They only stared back before Furr spoke up, looking at Derek, blinking, "I-I don't know. Am I supposed to know who they are?"

"Hehe, no, no you aren't. That's because they don't have a name. It would be dumb to give food a name anyway, wouldn't it?~" Lyren mused, turning his gaze back to his prey, still stuck in fear, "I was simply feeling hungry and was wondering if I could have some dinner while we chatted. Would that be fine?"

Derek bolted, his heart screaming as he didn't bother to listen anymore. He could feel his blood pumping, the thunder of paws running after him as he dashed towards the exit, yelling out, "GUYS, SNAP OUT OF IT! I'M- AGH!" But before he could finish, nearly reaching the tunnel to the outside, a large paw slammed down onto the end of his tail, causing him to lose his breath and slam his face into the ground, dazing him.

Blinking rapidly, he let out groans of pain and fear until he began to focus on his surroundings again. His scales were scraping against the stone floor, raising his face as he found himself being pulled backward, watching as he was dragged back beside Maselkov who simply replied to Lyren, eyes nearly closed in the hypnotic vapors, "Do you need help? I didn't think it would try to run away... "

IT!? Derek yelled in his mind, suddenly raising his head and digging his claws into the ground which only resulted in a grating scraping noise, trying to claw his way back to his friends. "MASELKOV, YOU KNOW ME! FUCK, WAKE UP!" It was only then that he felt something wet lap at the end of his tail, looking back in horror to find Lyren walking casually back to the cavern of skulls, holding Derek's tail in his maw as he towed him back to the room. "Lyren, PLEASE! DON'T DO THIS TO ME!"

Derek had never seen Lyren's fumes ever take effect on someone like this, to forget who someone was and almost tune them out. He had never considered that to be a possibility, but now it didn't matter. They were stuck in the trance, all of them simply watching as Derek yelled for his life, kicking back uselessly at Lyren's hind legs to try and stop him. Of course, the green dragon gave no sign of noticing, simply hauling him back as Derek heard his stomach let out a loud growl.

As he tried scrabbling away, he watched as the world before him was pulled away, his friends farther and farther from reach until the cavern of skulls came into view from the corner of his vision, forced to watch as he was dragged up and onto the huge pillow, looking around at the bones of dragons before him in this same spot. The mouth on his tail quickly was replaced by a firm grip of Lyren's paw, holding his tail up and close to his maw as the emerald drake lay down on his pillow. "Here we are. Ooooh fuck I've been wanting to devour you for so long... and now I don't have to hide that anymore!~"

Before Derek could try and struggle again, Lyren suddenly spun him around, flipping him over in his fear-stricken state to force him onto his back beneath him, the dragon's body pressing his hind paws and wings into the ground with enough force that he wouldn't be able to squirm free. His snake-like yellow eyes glared down into his, his jaw agape in perverse hunger as he began to salivate noticeably, a large glob of saliva falling onto Derek's snout. "No! No... this can't be happening!" Derek cried, whimpering out as his limbs were smushed, only his forepaws free to try and push back and claw at Lyren's chest scales. "I trusted you! We've spent so much time together, how could you just eat me like this?!"

"Oh, it really isn't that hard honestly." He smiled down at Derek in an almost motherly way, letting his smoke wrap around Derek's head and seep into his nostrils to try and calm his prey, "Sure, you can talk and we've spent time together, but you know that you eat animals as well that can talk. They have lives of their own, the deers and foxes, and yet you don't think of that. They're simply meat, something for your belly to digest, something that tastes amazing in your maw that you break into nutrients for your body."

"Just like that, you are my prey, Derek. You've fallen into the trap of coming here. To think your friends would be able to resist my pull was stupid and yet you felt drawn here still despite knowing what I already wanted. In fact, maybe part of you has wanted this all along then if you suspected this might happen." He slowly leaned down, exhaling a long, hot, acidic breath into Derek's face before his tongue lapped up Derek's chest, to his neck and all the way up the underside of his muzzle, the drool slicking up his underside, leaving them feeling cold. "Yesss, your fear tastes amazing. I want to suck on your body, to draw out your flavor..." As he continued, he began to drool uncontrollably, his jaws parted just enough so Derek could watch the saliva drip around his fangs, his gums wet with need. It was as if Lyren's body was taking control of him, a plain desire to devour him enrapturing his mind as that maw seemed to momentarily hold back that desire to grip his body in his teeth.

He could feel Lyren's heart race, thumping against his own, predator and prey now silent as they simply stared into each other's gaze. The prey, already defeated, the predator salivating while their stomach called out for the food beneath them. Even Derek didn't bother trying to call his friends for he knew they wouldn't be able to help him. Instead, he had to use what power he could muster himself to try and escape, but for the moment, pinned like this, he found himself unable to do anything.

"This is it, dinner. I could stay here forever, looking at your terrified body, practically oozing with fear... But I've waited much too long to put off swallowing you and tasting every single crevice of your scales. No regret for curling my tongue around every inch of you, savoring your flesh. You're just food now, just like that. Tell me that doesn't excite you, food. That you're being utterly dominated by a true dragon, made for nothing more than to be broken down into useless slop. If you were a real dragon you'd be able to escape right now, but you have no strength except for that little trick of yours that I've developed a resistance to. I'll make sure to add your hypnosis trait to the collection of powers I've received from the other dragons I've digested. That's all you were born for: to be eaten and drained of your power, the last remanence of you kept locked away in this cave for the next meal to find before they join you."

He then added, reaching over to one of the skulls, picking it up, "In fact, why don't I prove to you how real this is. That this isn't a story. Look at her skull." Lyren slowly turned Derek's head to his side, realizing up close that the skull was nearly the same size as his, identical with his horns and all. "This dragon had a similar head, a body even slightly larger than yours, and yet I had no trouble in fitting them into my stomach. This was my last meal... imagine this skull as yours. Let me show you."

Then, keeping his grip on the dragon, he forced the black dragon to turn his head to the left. He then placed the skull down where Derek's head had been moments before, adding, "In a few days, all those scales and flesh surrounding your skull will be gone. I will be simply holding your skull on its side just like this, facing the prey I'm about to eat. You already are dead, I just have to digest that body of yours first. You are nothing more than this skull in front of you, you never were." He then tossed the skull to the side, watching as a horn cracked and fell off it, "Oh well, I forget who that was anyway."

"Please, Lyren... I can find you another dragon to eat... Fuck, eat my friends or something but please let me live!" He begged, tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked up into that gaping maw, his predator clearly wanting to begin his feasting.

"No. I don't want just any piece of meat, I want you.~" He licked his lips after finishing, eyes glaring once more into Derek's violet gaze before suddenly lurching his out-stretched maw forward to engulf the smaller dragon. There was barely any time for Derek to react or scream once more for help before those jaws of death clamped over the entirety of his muzzle, teeth before his eyes, gripping those scales yet not piercing. Lyren's hot breath wafted directly onto his face, a wet appendage creeping out like a tentacle under his snout, lathering it in saliva and curling around his muzzle, gathering his flavor most likely. The tongue even reached up to lap at Derek's cheek, gathering the few tears Derek had shed while being held defenseless like this.

A low purr resounded and vibrated Derek's head as Lyren showed his enjoyment of his taste, unlatching his teeth only for a moment before simply descending further down his meal from above, taking in his entire face, only the back of his skull still outside his impossibly wide maw.

He had imagined scenes like this countless times in his head when he was alone, thinking of a maw swallowing him whole, covering him in the thick saliva... He had always craved something like this in the back of his mind and he had tried to keep it a secret, but both Lyren and he knew this was both something they'd always thought of, even if they never expected it to happen. Now, here he was, looking back at the dragon's uvula, throat opening and closing with each warm breath over his head, completely drenched in the saliva his tongue was plastering on him while soft rumbles echoed from below, calling him "home".

With another push forward, a loud, muffled cry from the meal, the hunter closed his maw over the middle of Derek's neck, teeth sealed over his horns to prevent the prey from seeing the outside world ever again for the rest of its short life. Derek's tried thrashing back and forth, trying to claw at the green dragon's scales knock over something to stun him, but with a quiet whimper, Lyren only tightened his grip, claws clenching hard and pressing him hard onto the pillow, no room to escape.

Being so helpless with the realization that if he couldn't escape he'd die was so horrifying, those claws gripping him and body smashing him down keeping him from doing anything to escape. He could only clench his teeth and call out for help inside his maw while the tongue pressed upwards on his body, the pressure increasing as he was sucked on, feeling those teeth scrape over his scales, a glob of saliva falling over his snout as he was pushed further inside the maw until the end of his snout pressed down against the entrance to his throat.

There was then a long pause, his teeth softly pressing into the base of his neck when Lyren let out a long, loud growl from his chest, digging his talons teeth into the neck to press and nearly puncture the flesh within. With a shudder of fear, Derek's cock pressing against the belly he'd soon be inside, he fell limp in his maw, whimpering softly as the predator showed its dominance entirely over him. It was horrible, and yet Derek always had a feeling it could end this way, seeing as how his breath could control people, but he never wanted to believe it.

Sensing his struggles ceasing, the big drake released his grip slightly from the prey, giving soft, tender licks to their face before taking the first large gulp, pressing down hard onto the shoulders as Derek's snout was forced into the tight sphincter and into the throat. It instinctively clenched on his face, forcing any words or cries to became mute to the outside world as the dragon began its journey towards the stomach, just a mere bulge in Lyren's neck.

Lyren could smell Derek's arousal, rumbling loudly around him as he took in pleasure knowing that despite his desperate struggles, he would soon enough settle down and give in to his dark desires. All he had to do was swallow until there was no coming back, and then that would be it for the little morsel.

Already smelling the acrid stench of the fluids within his gut, Derek could only lay still, the massive paws holding him starting to hoist him higher up to the maw, pulling him out partially from under Lyren to swallow more of his useless form while the throat massaged him deeper. It felt so wet, so compact and slippery, his horns simply sliding down along with him as he couldn't even puncture the flesh with the tips. The darkness only made his fear worse, more tears welling up in his eyes as he opened them to only stare down at the dim lighting up the ever-expanding passage towards his tomb.

Lyren tightly packed Derek's wings against his back, holding them firm as he spread his jowls over them, taking in his forearms as well in the process. After a few more jerking moments and gulping, his shoulders began pushing their way into the dragon's neck, Derek's head pressing hard against another sphincter deep within his body. With a quick readjustment to the predator's form over his prey, he forced his maw over the chest of the meal, squeezing the huge meat's head into his belly.

The smell was indeed wretched, nearly causing Derek's to throw up. He could feel a hot liquid wash over his snout as it pushed into the stomach, keeping his maw shut as to not let any of the acids seep inside him despite how dormant they seemed to be at the minute. They weren't stinging his face yet, and if there was still any chance someone could save him, then he had to try and hold on. His eyes widened in surprise when, as his whole skull entered the chamber, he quickly realized the stomach was already full, flesh pressing in on every angle of his head without much apparent room to grow. 'Wait... maybe I can escape! His stomach wouldn't be able to fit all me, right?' His thought was cut short though as he remembered the dragon skulls outside the belly, knowing they were all about the same size as him. Even if it didn't seem possible, there was no arguing that he had killed many dragons like this, and he would be no different.

His heart plummeted as the dragon that once called him his best friend simply hummed to themselves, teasing the helpless prey as the drool cascaded down their wings and chest to their cock poking out of their slit, Lyren keeping the prey's form sitting beneath him while he continued his feast. With every inch taken inside, Derek found himself having to curl up more and more over himself, his neck straining as it entered the belly while Lyren's maw reached over his belly.

It was only then that he realized how aroused his body was, Lyren's tongue brushing up against the member as if to tease it before gulping further to wrap his tongue around his rear. It was only then that pleasure spiked in Derek's nether regions as his captor licked against his pussy, pressing in to spread the lips and gather that taste of arousal before flicking the tip of his appendage over his clit. He let out a whimpering moan, his cries pausing for now as the pain and dreadful lust began to take over his senses, a feeling like he should give up creeping into his mind as the mists from his lungs spilled into the stomach and invaded his senses once more.

With his teeth lodged carefully onto his lower back and abdomen, he pulled the dragon out from under him, releasing him from any grip and simply holding him limp from his maw, letting his prey dangle there while he let out another loud growl to show he had already won. Derek couldn't help but let out a moan as he felt his body pulled off the floor, never to touch the ground again as he was held in the jaws of his best friend, soon to be swallowed alive and digested like food.

He had nearly forgotten about anyone else being in the cave as his fate seemed to become so clear that he was doomed, but when the sound of Furr quietly reached his ears from outside, he let out a cry, "FURR! FURR, SAVE ME! PULL ME OUT, PLEASE!"

He heard Furr's voice again as he drew closer, barely making out his words, "You want us to sit and watch you eat?" This was followed by the world around him moving up and down as Lyren nodded to them.

No... No, they have to know it's ME!' "Lyren, you can't do this to me! I'm begging you..." Of course the predator paid no mind to the simple murmurs and struggles of an already defeated prey, simply savoring on their flavor while teasing their feminine slit, clearly wanting to feel them orgasm in his maw as if to prove they wanted this as much as them. He expertly pressed his tongue into his cunt, thrusting fast and hard since he wanted to get his meal off soon so he could sleep with his full belly. Derek squirmed against each fuck from his tongue, cock dripping as it was denied pleasure, pressing into his G-Spot as his heart began to race while the acids around him began to grow harder and rise higher over his form.

He tried to deny himself, but knowing his friends were all watching him, only an hour ago swearing to protect them with their lives, no simply watching under Lyren's spell, not seeing him any different than any other piece of food. He could swear he felt something pressing in from one side of the stomach, yet he wasn't sure what it was. It was too dark and tight to be able to tell, and the spike of bliss in his crotch made everything else fade away.

This was it. One orgasm and he'd be finished. Just like he always dreamed of, always had sexual fantasies about, it was all real and he was sure in only a few moments he'd give in and cum. He had been defeated before the swallowing even began, so useless and pathetic, unable to even hurt the dragon as his own life was threatened and humiliated. He was so stupid to think Lyren wanted anything different but to eat him, but that didn't matter now. It was soon to be over, and there was nothing he could do but give in to his fantasy as give up entirely.

With a jolt of his body, Derek's vent clenched over the length and orgasmed, squirting out some of his feminine liquids along with his seed from his cock despite how denied it had been of stimulation. The pleasure rocked his form back and forth, riding that tongue holding him inside the maw, spilling his seed down Lyren's throat to soon end up on his form in the stomach as well. It felt like his whole body was on fire with pleasure, his hidden desire finally being fulfilled, but it was only moments after that Lyren simply withdrew his tongue from his prey and tilted his head back.

Without anything else to hold him back, he took a large gulp, pulling in his rear, cunt, cock, and all down his throat until the legs followed behind him, closing his maw around the last piece of his food. The last piece of Derek, the only sign that there was a living creature inside him. Just a black tail with a purple fin, uselessly lying limp in his maw like a noodle as he curled his tail around it, saliva dripping off the end as it was completely drenched in it.

Not wasting any more time, he took a final slurrrrrp, his tongue tracing over every inch of it until finally, he snapped his jaws shut over the fin and swallowed it down, sealing Derek inside his body forever. No sign that Derek had ever been here, just Lyren with a large bulge in his middle. His friends only watched thoughtlessly as his tail was slurped away, a paw trailing down his neck as the last bulge in it slid down past his chest until every single part of Derek was locked past the sphincter, curled up uncomfortably in his belly.

Lying atop his pillow, he let out a long sigh, taking a few deeps breaths as his throat was clear now. "Ah, yes... So delicious.~" He gave a lick to his chops, looking over the other dragons before waving one over with a paw, telling them, "Would you mind rubbing my belly? I'm feeling like I may sleep off this weight, but if you could massage my stomach so I can break down my food easier, I would most certainly enjoy it, and perhaps even reward you. Would you like that, purple dragon?~"

Derek could barely make out those words over the gurgling of the belly he was inside, whimpering in lust and fear as he felt most-likely Maselkov's paws pressing against his back hard, trying to squish him along with the walls scrunching up around him, giving him barely any room to breath before squeezing tighter and tighter. He tried holding on to consciousness as long as he could, air running short as the tips of his wings and ears began to burn and sizzle with the hot pool washing over him, but after only about thirty minutes, he passed out, licking his cock in heat as he accepted his horny desire that was finally fulfilled: to be swallowed alive unwillingly and digested as food. Nothing different than any other prey.