Day 24) Hoard
#24 of Voretober
This is another strange experiemental piece where I tried to write from the perspective of my shapeshifting feral dragon Augustus. I tried to imagine how he would perceive himself and the world around him. To give more depth to his arrogance and sense of self as a greedy and powerful dragon. I wanted to go a bit further with it but I didn't know EXACTLY where I wanted it to head. I still feel like I am ironing out what makes him interesting. Anyway this was for day 24 of Voretober.
Cws: Oral vore, Rapid digestion, Bone belching, Necromancy, Magic, Implied oral sex, Arrogant narrator, Feral Dragon
I stood proudly within the depths of the sprawling cave. The dark red cavern had speckles of brown as if the entire place was coated in a layer of dried blood. It's why I had picked the location, it looked ominous. My glory, my terror needed to be known by all, not a single measly mortal could hope to beat me. My ever lovely splendor.
My hoard, my ever loyal collective of worshippers. They bowed before my radiance. My godly presence. These kobolds clung to me, to my cock and suckled from it desperately. I eagerly filled them up. Some despite their size managed to take every last drop of my copious seed. My personal sex toys so perfectly eager to die for me. Some of them captured my attention only to climb between my jaws. Some asked to use my teeth. I always happily obliged to my seemingly endless supply of sluts. The kobolds were another reason I picked this cave. As fortune favors the sovereign my right to rule over them became apparent as I stepped one foot in their domain and they had already begun worshiping my ever lovely self.
It felt great having some of them slide down my throat, I can fit about fifty of them at once in a single gulp. Probably more if I don't care about crushing them into a nice pulp. However, I prefer to feel my meals squirming for dear life. To hear them beg, or to simply feel them hopeless writhe beneath my scaly mass.
Today however was a day of relaxation. I could bask in the warmth of worship and pampering from the kobolds. No pesky adventurers had the foolish thought they could slay me. I think this is a term from the younger adults around this place but I am basically big chilling.
That was until through the entrance of the cave a bulky husky in holy armor annoyed me with their presence. Flames bubbled up through my throat. I could feel the heat rising through my body. I was ready to immolate them in their stupid sheet metal where they stood. My cheeks expanded.
"Halt! I am sir Xavier the hundred and thirteenth! By the holy decree of my one true lord. Mother nature asks though to halt existence immediately. Thoust nature is uttermost foul. I could never submit to the likes of such an ugly dragon! I say to thee undo your coil of life, unfurl into the earth below. And never look toward the sun again!" The canine hollered hopelessly at me. I was ready and beaming to blast them to smithereens for their utter gall to not claim me as their lord. However I thought of something different. Something new, my glowing orange flames changed to a pink mist as I belched out the foggy haze.
GGGGWWWWWWWWWARPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
My primordial howl filled the cave with my ever iridescent presence. I watched as the husky's nostrils flared up and inhaled my toxic stench. His hips buckled. His eyes rolled to the back of that easily crushable skull and his body collapsed to the ground. The paladin curled into a full body cowering quiver before my might. "Oh my lord, oh my precious lord. I wish to serve thee for all of time. I have no other gods. You are my god. Please accept my body and soul into your humble self." The husky's lips quivered as he spoke the mixture of fear and fighting over the might of my miasma. It was a fruitless struggle as I scooped him up with my jaws and gobbled him up.
My throat pulverized my fresh snack as he sunk down the tight confines of my innards. My ever glorious insides melted him from the inside out. It didn't take long for the mutt to give way to my stomach. I belched out his bones. The mists reconstructed the remains into a new, eternally loyal skeletal soldier. Another addition to my growing army of the damned.
I watched it shamble away and smirked knowing that I had pissed off a god. What fools the gods were, I was the true ruler of all. My hoard of power was absolutely unparalleled. Another relaxing day.