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Down to a Dragon's Belly

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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Trent and Gavin were not the kind of partners that one may have expected to find, the macro dragon a giant in his own right, cocky and proud of himself, though he did have a rather special place in the world, due to his size. That went without saying, really, but his tiny gryphon partner nestled up to his collarbone, only the length of the dragon's finger, was stranger still.

Gavin, however, had fallen for the giant dragon, his midnight blue scales boldly struck through with red spots with no discernible pattern behind him - and that was that! He'd pursued him and pursued him, though the fact that the two of them were into similar kinky play that matched up rather well did help the fact more so than it may have done so otherwise...

"You ready, little snack?"

Gavin shivered and crooned, naked, the two of them resting away from the town where they'd met, rubbing his beak into the crook of his lover's neck. His dominant too, though he would have submitted his rich golden-brown feathers and lashing gryphon tail to the huge dragon any day, without getting even anything directly in return. That was just the way things worked for Gavin, lusting for submission of the most carnal kind, even when that meant a predator, like him as a gryphon, becoming prey for a bigger, better predator.

All consensually, of course. No harm would come to him, not even as Trent picked him up by his wings, letting the gryphon take in his giant maw, open wide, exposing the pink gums and sharp fangs within, slick and dripping with saliva as if the dragon himself was trying to put on a show. Gavin squirmed in the wrap of his tongue, the flexible appendage winding around and around him, encasing him completely. The little, nude gryphon could do no more than luxuriate in the attention, crooning and whimpering, submitting completely to the will of the giant dragon who would always, in every way, dwarf and dominate him.

"Ohhh... Yes... Ohhh, your maw is so hot..."

He meant that in more ways than one, the dragon sizzling at a higher temperature than the gryphon, though Gavin would be fine, just fine, disappearing down Trent's throat. The magic that ran through their kind of being kept them safe from that kind of harm, though the consent, ah: that was the key. If it was not consensual, harm could come, for both parties had to be enjoying it, lusting for it, devout in the appeal of it for them.

And they loved one another in their kinky twist of power play too much to ever allow hurt to come from a predator being turned into prey, Gavin whimpering as Trent tasted him, swirling his tongue all over the much smaller gryphon, lapping, teasing. It was the very semblance of the big, strong predator playing with his food put into practice, moaning around Gavin just so that the vibrations of his maw trembled into the gryphon.

Shivering, Gavin moaned, his cock already pushed from the small tuck of his sheath, balls aching to spill a load, yet that was not for him to decide when he got off or not. He gave over every last bit of himself to the larger dragon, his might, his dominance, the power that a macro held over a gryphon who, to all intents and purposes between them, was nothing but a micro.

He moaned, his beak pointing down the dragon's throat, though Trent did not have a gag reflex. The gryphon was more than small enough to fit down there easily, but the dragon liked to make a show of it, grunting, his abs contracting, rubbing his throat, even sliding a finger into his maw to teasingly prod at the gryphon, to work him, head first into the dark, pulsating grip of his throat. Muscles contracted and rippled, tugging the golden-brown gryphon in even as he keened helplessly, helping along by folding his wings in close to his body, every inch of him well coated in saliva.

He may have moaned and he may have grunted and he may even have ejaculated before he was even in his lover's throat, though Gavin was right where he wanted to be. He wouldn't have traded the drake's predatory yet protective swallowing for anything else as ecstasy crashed through him, his world narrowing to pulsing darkness, the twitch of muscles in the dragon's throat working him deeper. A prod of a huge finger ground him in there, the dragon slurping on his tail, but Trent tipped his head back for the final fall, allowing gravity to take him straight down his throat as the gryphon squealed in high pitched climax.

One orgasm after the other, falling prey to a predator in the best of ways, grunting, moaning, whining, whimpering. Oh, yes, oh, yes, he submitted to the dragon's might, a helpless, weak gryphon, one who had to submit, could not see any other option than to submit. He wanted it, moaning, whimpering, twisting, turning, losing sense of time and place as he worked his way down the dragon's long, long throat, down into the wet pit of his stomach.

Muscles contracted around him, holding him there, Trent's body striving to digest him while magic kept him safe, no more than a mild tickle easing over his talons. The gryphon could not help but laugh down there, cumming hands-free, not caring, his head swimming with the release of lust, yet again living out one of his greatest fantasies.

Down there, it was dark. Down there, it was warm. Down there, it made him feel like the rest of the world had ceased to exist. Down there, he was where he wanted to be. Down there, there were no more worries for a cute little "vored" gryphon drake.

Cumming over and over, all he could do was keen and shudder, spending load after load, until his dragon lover decided, finally, that it was time to release him.

Yet there was no better place for Gavin to be than down in a dragon's belly.