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Simply Fetish: Cock Vore

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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There was nothing like being down on his knees before a macro dragon, though the small, pathetic human (all words of his own choosing) would have been there even if the drake had not adored him so. Such a size difference relationship between an average-sized man and a dragon who towered over four storeys tall should never have worked, but Tate only had eyes for Darryl, the man who had stolen his heart away.

“Are you ready?"

Darryl's heart leapt, pounding furiously, but he didn't want to have a choice left, trusting everything willingly to Tate, the black and red-striped dragon picking him up in the palm of his paw. The drake rumbled a growl, though his dark eyes were kind, even as he trembled with delight. Out there in the countryside, with no one to see them, they were both naked, seeing no need at all for clothes when they were merely there in the presence of one another. It simply wasn't something that was needed, not there.

Yet Tate's cock, a grey-skinned length that would retreated into the slit of his lower abdomen when he no longer wanted to have it out, throbbed for him, already drooling huge dollops of pre-cum that would have filled litre jugs over and over again. He was not overproductive but simply as he was and no more than that, the drake letting Darryl sit on top of the head of his cock.

Darryl gasped, heart lifting, though he'd already known what was going to happen as he pressed his legs together, squeezing his feet into the tip of that cock, which was three times the length of his body, if not more. He fit easily, yet it always took his breath away to engage his kinky desires in such a way, his skin tingling, body aching, not able to sate or seduce his body down from the need in any other way.

“Yes…" The dragon rumbled, licking his lips, his partner a safe snack to be devoured for his throbbing length. “Give me more…"

“Yes, master."

For the drake was both master and partner and lover (all of those things) to Darryl, wanting only to please as he forsook his throbbing cock. He'd get his pleasure whether he was fondling himself or not, throwing his arms up over his head so that he would be more appealing for the dragon to vore. He passed over control of his body to the larger dragon, submitting everything he had to him, sliding deeper and deeper, the drake placing one finger on top of his head.

The thick length swallowed up his feet, his ankles, up his calves, a slow, sensual slide. Moaning out loud, Darryl's cock ached and throbbed, out of his control, need coursing and pumping through his body. Oh, such need… It had been a long time indeed since he had felt that, though the need of it all overruled all else, forcing even the dom of the party to succumb.

Feral lust, after all, was best experienced between two willing parties…

The slide of his body down that huge member, so much bigger than he was, was excruciating in its delight, covering his hips, taking his cock with it even as Darryl climaxed and spurted. His climax was so much weaker than the dragon's, however, slick pre-cum guiding his way down, lubricating his body so that he was even easier for Tate's dick to vore. That was all he was, right then in that moment, a meal for his cock, something that his shaft could take deeper, closing around him, the tightness of his cum-tube exquisite.

His chest was swallowed, along with his shoulders, arms high. They would be the last part of him to disappear as the dragon's dick made good use of him, taking him deep, his cock-slit closing around the narrower shaft of Darryl's neck.

“Ohhh, fuck…"

“See you later, snack."

The drake grinned and blew him a kiss from where he towered, pushing his human partner down into his cock so that his head was enveloped, swiftly followed by his arms and, last of all, his hands. His fingers scraped and scrabbled for a moment as if he was trying to save himself, though Darryl was where he wanted and needed to be above all else, his body slipping and slithering down the cum-tube as if it was a slide. A very kinky slide…

He grunted, muffled and muted, as he sank down, feet first, plopping into Tate's nuts, not for the first time. It was comforting to be back there as he swilled about in unspent come, though Darryl's cock twitching and jerking in a second orgasm passed by his attention. There were far more erotic things to think about down there, such as how his entire world had become cum, seed, nothing more than that. He couldn't even see anything, but he felt it as it softened into his mouth, down his throat, gulping and whimpering as he swallowed more and more of it.

His stomach swelled with it, lightly inflated, though no one would see him down there, an indistinct shape in a macro dragon's balls. Down there, in there, he was safe, safe and warm, protected from all harm.

And it was hot as hell.

That too.

Climax after climax swept through Darryl, not even needing to touch his tiny member, moaning and whimpering, pressing his palms out against the dragon's nuts, though he didn't want to be rescued. On the contrary, if he got to stay down there, nestled in the best place for him, for as long as possible, he would be a very happy man indeed.

Above and around him, Tate rumbled, stroking his thick member.

“Mmm…"

The tightness, the feeling of fullness… He could ejaculate Darryl out right away but not yet, not quite yet. He'd wait a while, take things softly and slowly, groaning deep in the back of his throat as his growl reverberated across the hills at the close of the day, twilight softening around him. He'd keep Darryl in as long as he could, edging his dick, pumping the length over and over again, teasing him with the notion that he was about to be pumped out in a deluge of cum, though not quite giving him that final bliss.

Not yet. He knew what Darryl liked. And it was a show of dominance to keep his slutty submissive man down in his nuts for as long as he could bear not getting off too.

Tate growled, eyes alight. His cock throbbed, drooling pre-cum.

It would be a night of edging to remember, indeed…