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Devouring a Dragon

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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The Tyrannosaurs was huge, though much bigger than his kind naturally should have been. He spent most of his time stomping temperate climates, where the rain and moisture of the air clung to his leathery skin - not scaled but hanging from him, allowing his body the full range of movement that it wanted. He grunted, a feral form walking on two legs, though with the more typical body-type of his ancestors, eyes gleaming as he sought out one who came, from time to time, to entertain him.

"There you are..."

Water swilled around Zander's legs as he lowered his head down and down and down to the jetty of the rainforest river, not caring for any, much smaller predators that may have been present in there. That did not matter and he did not care for them as the little holiday-goer, a dragon with a shy smile that made even his monstrous heart melt, lifted a hand to greet him.

"A-hh, hey, Zander, how've you been?"

He was cute, sweet, a blue dragon who was skinny, clothed - oh, that was not going to last very long. White stripes marked his body, but Zander the T-rex was far more familiar with those when his willing "prey" was naked, something in the dragon's body, the magic of the kind of anthro creature he was in the world, keeping him safe, even for what the dinosaur had in mind.

He would have what he wanted as the dragon twisted, wriggling as he picked him up by locking his teeth, just a couple, for they were that large, around one of Zander's horns. The bone of them was strong and would not break easily, allowing the T-rex to lift the squealing dragon easily from the jetty, though Conor, the dragon, managed to toss his camera back down to the bank of the river in the nick of time.

"Urf - warn me next time, Zan! Ohhh... Oh..."

Yet the little dragon could not help but moan, dangling from the jaws of a beastly T-rex, Zander chuckling, tossing him up and catching him in his maw. His mouth was large enough to take the dragon whole, but it took some wriggling of his thick, fleshy tongue to work the dragon safely in there, avoiding the sharp spikes of his teeth. While his intention was to safely devour a tiny predator, to enjoy the might and power of being the beastly 'saur that he was, part of their deal, whenever Conor managed to come around, was that he got to "eat" him.

Of course, the dragon would not come to any harm, though he still squirmed something delightful in the scope of the dinosaur's maw, whimpering, whining, though the hardness of his cock showing through his clothes told another story. His lust for it was up, clinging to the sodden slickness of the T-rex's tongue for dear life, though there was only one way that such an encounter and liaison could end up.

And it was right to have Connor in there, wishing that he wasn't wearing any clothes but swirling his tongue around him all the same, lapping, teasing, pushing his trousers down, exposing the throbbing hardness of his dick. That was cute, how little it was, the monster of his own length slipping out too from the slit at the base of his belly, exposing and demonstrating his own need. They both wanted it as much as the other, Conor fervently grasping his own cock, humping and grinding, bearing down and thrusting into the Tyrannosaurus' tongue as much as he was physically capable.

"Oh, ohhh... Please... Yes... Do it..."

who was he to deny the little dragon's cries, what he really wanted? If he could have smirked with his mouth full of a cute little snack, Zander would have done so, but, as it was, all he needed to do was to tip his head back to propel the dragon, muzzle first, to the back of his mouth and his throat.

The drake squirmed, but he really wanted it, lust rising, cumming hard, twisting, bucking, Zander keeping him from his teeth, insistently pushing and pushing him with his tongue. There was only one place for the dragon to go and it had to be straight down his throat, only one direction, coming out with the aid of magic later, the darkness of his gut begging attention, beckoning him down. He had to go down there, for there was no other option open to the little dragon, his twisting tail worming within the Rex's maw as his head and shoulders disappeared, followed by his chest, stomach, midsection.

The dragon's squeal as he disappeared, climaxing the whole time, blasting orgasms that could not be achieved any other way coursing through him. He felt it in the throb and the thrust of Conor's body, how he tensed and squirmed, an intimate part of him as Zander swallowed over and over, forcing him down his throat. His tail disappeared, at last, as gravity took over, sending him straight down, all the way down, into the hungry, yawning pit of his stomach, a part of him that was always very much in the mood for a tasty little snack.

The dragon plopped down, magic protecting him, keeping him safe, yet he was far from calm and quiet in there as the T-rex rumbled, shifting his weight, scratching his belly with a lifted hind foot.

"Mmm... You're as tasty as always, Conor."

The dragon squirmed, but could not hear what the dinosaur was saying, jungle life in the moderate yet humid climate moving on as it always did, the heat in the air driving Zander to take refuge. He was a big creature, after all, and since he'd had his stomach temporarily filled, he'd need somewhere to cool off before he needed to hunt again. Maybe Conor would show him where to catch some nice fish again, something that was a trial at his size.

After all, devouring a dragon was only for a day and he couldn't keep the drake in there forever, as much as the 'saur might have liked to.

Zander rumbled, the shift of the tiny dragon teasing through his gut, surely cumming all over again.

He'd never miss a chance to devour the dragon that loved it so much too.