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The chirping of wildlife chuttered among the green foliage of the jungle, the sun casting its warm rays down onto the inhabitants of the lush land as it began setting on the horizon of the canopy above. The sky was alight like a burning ember, the fiery canvas casting an orange glow onto the proud, white dragon as he walked amongst the dense undergrowth towards his destination. He could feel the moist dirt beneath his paws, the smell of rain on the horizon as he took in a whiff before moving on. His wings were pulled to the sides of his furred body, giving a grimace at how he was forced to rub against trees and bushes as he walked, knowing that they would stain his pristine coat. Still, he kept his head high, focusing on the mission as his stern gaze caught sight of a small river in the distance, heading towards it with purpose in his step.

Luceus had been planning out this expedition for a few days before this, deciding to try and expand his territory to prove a point to the neighboring dragons on his borders. He was only seventy-six years, a young adult of his kind but he had already claimed a territory of his own and expanded it over the last few decades to grow his lands. It was never easy as he was a dragon who preferred to talk rather than turn to violence, but even when he was set on fire by another he used his magic to combat their advances. His Radiant healing powers were always able to get him out of the situations he was in, taking confidence in himself from it and enjoying his lands and dragonesss' that had joined his lair to relish in his spoils.

But as of recently, the drakes near his perimeter began to wonder how strong he really was, whispers among his few friends saying that they were considering attacking them. He had initially become anxious from the situation, knowing he could take them on without a problem if he wanted, but got the idea to try and show his prowess by taking the land of another more revered than anyone else in the continent.

His name was Lyren, an emerald dragon who had been known for his dominance and miasma that would take control of one's mind. Whenever one had dared to face him they never returned and in response, none had challenged his territory since. If Luceus could take it though, he knew the dragons around his borders would respect him for many years to come, taking pride in himself as he gathered what info he could about the area.

As he did, he soon learned of a potential weakness Lyren had after learning more about green dragons, hearing that his Radiant energy had an advantage against them, being able to combat and nullify most of the effects of their kind. Because of this, it fueled his resolve even greater, the determination in his eyes sparking, only taking a few days to prepare before leaving. Before he left, he had received warnings from a few of his mates, that what he was embarking on could result in his death. They pointed out that he was revered for good reason, but he ignored them, intent on showing his power and splendor to defend his land.

The river was more of a stream, washing down through a long trench in the ground, trickling around the rocks as he stepped up to the edge of it. The sound reminded him of the brook near his cave back in his territory, always waking up to take a drink from it before going about his day. He hummed softly, leaning down to take a sip from it before noticing the odd sight of a verdant undertone shifting among the liquid. He gave a confused huff, pulling his head up to gaze at the water, only just now noticing the difference in the dark green trickle, eyeing further up the river to where the anomaly seemed to originate. But despite the unnatural discoloration of the water, the jungle continued to thrive, unaffected by the seemingly poisoned nectar of life washing amongst it.

He then raised his snout, giving a few sniffs of the air, closing his eyes to focus as he held his wings to his side. He opened his maw, trying to taste the air, attempting to catch the scent of the predator he was searching for. But just as he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but notice a tarantula with glowing green eyes staring at him, halfway up the trunk of a large tree. He smiled at the sight, assuming that the color of his abnormal iris had to do something with the dragon that lived here. "Hello! I am Luceus of Credul! I have come to talk with you. I mean no harm. Would you be able to come out and chat with me by the stream?"

The tarantula blinked, staring at him for a long moment before the green haze in his eyes faded, the spider crawling up the bark of the tree into the branches above. Luceus hummed, looking both ways around him, "Well then, I guess I'll just find him myself. Shouldn't be too hard." He took a deep breath, following the bank of the river toward the center of the corruption.

He had heard of the carnivorous plants in the jungle surrounding his lair, unable to know for sure what they looked like as the only dragons who had ventured out to find them never returned. Because of this, he made sure to keep distance between any flower larger than his paw and leaf that seemed to stare all-too ominously in his direction. He imagined what it would look like, a dragon disappearing inside a plant, the feathers on the back of his neck ruffling as he then exited the dense trees and entered a small grassy clearing covered in the shade of leaves far above.

The crashing of a waterfall reached his ears as he looked over the sheer rocky side of the vast mountain, vines crawling along the sides of the stone, moss covering the boulders around the pool of water in front of it all. Most of the water rushed down a river on the other side but the stream he'd followed seemed to be an offshoot between some of the rocks, leading him right to where he wanted to be. Here was the heart of the toxin, the verdant tint to the water growing even darker until it was barely recognizable as water anymore. The golden light of the sun cast ominously over the green liquid, the rays shining through the thick fog that floated around the water's edge.

Luceus held his head high, looking for an entrance while trying to stay free of the water. He hated getting his fur wet so if he could avoid it he surely would, but for some reason, he had a feeling he would be getting the short end of the stick on this one. He pressed at the rock wall beside the cascading river, searching for some sort of crack he could slip through or rock he could press to enter. But after enough searching he eventually caught sight of a similar colored green mist seeping past the edges of the screen of water flowing down into the pond below, an opening he hadn't noticed until now causing his tail to twitch curiously. Not wanting to be rude though and intrude he lifted his head and spread his wings, calling out, "Hello, is anyone home? I just want to talk."

Once again, only silence met his query, ruffling his wings a bit before taking in a breath and stepping into the water towards the entrance beneath the screen. He grumbled, feeling his fur mat awash with the fluid before passing through the waterfall and stepping into the cold cavern on the other side.

When he entered, he was immediately met with the sickly scent of the fumes, the small wisps from outside acting as only an appetizer to the full-course display of pungent toxins covering the cave floor. It licked at his furred legs, cresting around his chest, Luceus giving a surprised gasp at the sheer amount of it all before stepping further inside. The inside was similarly covered as the outside with moss and vines growing along the walls, a small trickle of the river just above the abode trickling down into a pond to the side of the entrance. As he passed it he noticed how it too was infected with that intoxication, the sweet taste of the air around him seeming to beckon him further. He kept his wits about him, reminding himself he could heal the effect on his mind if the fumes began to dull his senses and padded further into the cavern.

He couldn't help but marvel over the unnatural but beautiful chunks of crystals growing from the sides of the cave, thick clusters of pure gems all of separate colors shimmering peacefully among the otherwise daunting environment. He couldn't imagine that they all grew here naturally, making him realize that this 'Lyren' character must be pretty wealthy to have such treasures just lying about. He wondered if people ever tried to steal from him, recalling that most who came with ill intent never returned to tell the story, but he knew he was different.

Among the entire cavern were littered bones of all shapes and sizes, unable to hold back the shiver that passed through his body as he realized most of them were of dragons similar to his size. They weren't placed in any sort of neat fashion, more scattered along the floor, some cracked and muddled with some sort of crusted fluid, others shattered into unrecognizable pieces. There were too many to count, but after today, he would put an end to it here. He would clean the filth and evil of this cavern to make a statement and show the ones who doubted him that he was the true leader he had always been.

But just as that thought passed through his mind, the shifting of something in the thick mist of the back of the cavern caught his attention. He blinked in the darkness, the light of the setting sun from outside now leaving him temporarily blind to what lay in the darkness, the only illumination coming from the soft shine of the crystals and the deathly waves of toxins glowing dangerously around his ankles. It was then that a deep rumble alerted Luceus to his presence, the outline of the beast in the fog rising and moving toward him. He looked to be about the same size as him as he had heard from some rumors before his travels, knowing he was evenly matched even if he was spoken of with such high regard. He stood there, waiting to meet him, attempting to look unimposing and yet determined to get what he wanted, watching as he broke through the cloud of poison.

His strong verdant muzzle pressed through the haze, jaws parting to give a lick of his sharp white teeth, his forked green tongue licking at the edges of his maw before closing and stepping around a large stalagmite protruding from the ground. Then came his face, unreadable and yet proud, the defined ridges of his eyes holding the weight of the many years he had survived and triumphed. His dark green horns and spikes pressed out of the mist like a crown of glory, the webbed fins on the underside of his cheeks fanned out like the rest adorning his form, a banner of his dominance. And lastly, resting just behind his eyes were two strokes of glowing markings, like wisps of poison branded onto his face.

The same glowing symbols covered his long neck, the lighter shade of green on his chest scales standing proudly, the long strokes of his marking trailing down till it stopped at the base of his shoulders. The rest of his body followed soon after, surprised at how lithe he was from how many dragons he seemed to eat, strolling out into the center of the cave before Luceus, walking casually as if he was going out to meet a friend. It was only then that his lids opened, awash with the yellow gaze of a predator, a golden iris surrounding his amused pupils as they sized him up. His eyes held firm like a rock and yet as smooth as the air, searching the intruder's gaze as if to see his inner desires that not even he was aware of yet.

The white dragon kept his stance firm, focusing on his goal, "Greetings, Lyren. I have come to discuss with you about your lands." The drake smirked at his words, tail flicking as he listened. "I am sure you have heard of me. You have been on the borders of my territory for quite some time now."

The toxins poured forth from his nostrils and maw like a slow drifting river, his vision fixed on the furred one with interest. His shoulders were relaxed, wings at his side, putting Luceus off a bit as he spoke for the first time, "Ah, yes... Luceus, was it? I suppose I may have heard your name once or twice. You said you've been living on my borders for, mmm, how long?"

The white-furred drake responded, watching as Lyren began walking around his cavern as they spoke, causing him to give an annoyed growl at how nonchalantly he was treating him, "I've lived there my whole life, I know the forest like the back of my paw. I've conquered lands and have amassed a name for myself. I must say though, from what I've heard of you, you've gained quite the fierce reputation."

The green drake walked over to one of his flowers sprouting through a crack in the ground, a black tulip with purple streaks. He caressed the sides of it, humming in thought to himself before answering. "I would like to think so, but the stories I've heard told of me are somewhat... flawed. Some may call me a monster but I have never chosen to hurt anyone in my life."

Luceus tilted his head, watching the male glance over the other crystals in the room, shortly after padding over to the pond, Luceus turning to face him, "I'm not so sure about that. I've heard you've killed countless dragons, that anyone who opposes you would perish."

He gave a soft chuckle, a billow of poison spewing forth from his nostrils, the entire room awash in his breath, "While the stories of my grandeur and power are true, I have never done unto anyone what they didn't want to be done unto themselves. In my days, I've found that most creatures fight their natural instincts, denying themselves what they truly crave. I just help to bring that out of them." He then glanced down into the pond, getting a drink of the water before asking afterward with a slurp of his jaws, "And what of you? I've heard you're not much of a fighter either. Perhaps we share something in common?"

He shook his head, giving a grunt, "No, I can fight. I don't mind it if it's necessary but I do prefer the idea of leaving us both in one piece. In fact, that brings me to why I've come here today."

"Oh, and why is that?" He raised his head, the emerald dragon gazing over a pile of bones he had on one side of the wall.

The feathered one took in a deep breath, eyeing down the cave's owner with intent. "I have come to take this land from you. You have brought fear upon the surrounding borders of mine and because of that, others wish to move farther away from your tainted lands and in result wish to challenge me." Lyren gripped one of the skulls in his talons, turning it over, examining every bit of it as he held it in his claws before gazing over to Luceus as he finished his speech. "I am a creature of Radiance, one that can overpower your own. I have prepared and learned much about you and your lands and will take them from you by force if necessary. But luckily for you, I'm willing to give you two days to leave this land before I take measures into my own paws."

The dragon let out an amused hum, tail swaying slowly behind him, unfazed by his words. "And what exactly do you intend to do with my lands once I'm gone?" He left the question open, examining the skull once more, making sure it was in view of Luceus. The bone looked about the same size as his own head, shaking away those thoughts as he responded with a step forward.

"Well, I'll have my tribe move in, harvest the wealth of the land and put it under my protection. I have no desire for your treasures or... bones, so you are free to take those with you when you depart."

He gave a disapproving look back, "Ah, but my greatest treasure is the land itself. How can you say you haven't come to steal when you seek to take from me my largest possession?" He then continued soon after when the intruder didn't answer right away, "And what of the carnivorous plants of mine? I have countless inhabiting all of the jungle. You can't simply believe you can get rid of them without any 'casualties' do you?"

Luceus gave a huff, blinking with a flick of his tail, the rising tide of toxins climbing over his back and around his wings, crawling up his neck. "How I handle your lands once you are gone is none of your concern. You are at a disadvantage here, I know your weakness. Don't make this difficult." He unflared his wings a bit, giving a soft growl, annoyed at all these questions.

The dweller remained unfazed, eyeing their stance with disappointment, continuing on as if he had said nothing, "You know what kind of food those plants eat, right? They might be able to live with sunshine, but they require sustenance to thrive." He then took a step towards the furred one's cute display, holding up the skull in his other paw before Luceus. "These plants eat dragons, dragons of all kinds. In fact, I think one of mine ate a dragon the size of you just a few days ago. Mmm, but they made a wonderful addition to my garden, a new yellow flower to feed off my breath and feed on others in time. How do you plan to deal with that?"

Luceus sneered, glaring at him with a lash of his tail, "My dragons can burn the plants if needed, it doesn't matter. I-"

"Oh, but you wouldn't want to burn the whole forest down, would you? What would you do if the fire spread to the other territories, forcing them to attack your own to take refuge? Or maybe your home would catch fire. Where would you go then?" The white dragon faltered for a moment, gazing at the floor below Lyren with a growl, "Maybe you should have thought this through more. A true leader comes up with a full-proof plan, takes action, and leads others into a better life. What you're proposing, whether you burned down the forest or had your followers eaten, would end in tragedy either way. Perhaps you should come back once you're older and wiser."

Luceus ruffled his feathers, truly not wanting to attack him if he could avoid it, letting out a growl and turning around, huffing, "You- Ugh!" He lashed his tail, looking at the cavern with anger in his eyes before spinning back around to glare at him, "You are making this tiresome. I am not here to negotiate, this land is already mine. Leave and you will be spared."

Lyren frowned and placed the skull on the ground before them both, his voice echoing around the cavern as the billowing sea of sickly mist began rising higher and higher, filling Luceus's lungs with their addictive pull. "I feel bad for you, what was it? Luceus? You haven't even lived for a hundred years and yet you think you can just ask someone who's ruled over this land for over fifteen hundred years to leave? Do you think the previous dragons whose bones litter my cavern were any different than you? What about this one here?"

He placed his paw onto the top of the skull, gripping it with his talons, keeping it pressed below him, "Every single skull you see here either came to steal from me or realized their true purpose in life. I have been challenged by dragons thousands of times stronger than you, and yet you think your little 'Radiance' magic will simply make me turn tail and run away? What exactly made you think that?"

Luceus could feel the tension in his muscles relaxing, blinking as he tried to make sense of it all, knowing it had to be the toxins but ignored it, determined not to show weakness to this lesser dragon. "I do have the advantage. I don't care how old or wise you are, I... I have your weakness. You won't beat me."

Lyren snorted in annoyance, ignoring him, "This dragon below me was probably one just like you, wanting to take my territory, now reduced to a lifeless decoration for my hoard. It's pathetic really. He was so sure he'd take my place here, and now..." Then, without another word, he slammed his paw down onto the bone, a loud CRACK and SNAP of the skull turning it into broken pieces. Luceus let out a gasp at the display, another thick inhale of the fumes surrounding him more and more, slowly building up a wall around the edges of the cavern, losing his sense of direction. "They are dead. I don't even think I asked their name. So much for the pride they seemed to believe they possessed. But that isn't that much different from you, now is it?"

The white dragon could feel his head growing lighter in a very gradual way that he hadn't fully comprehended until now, a sweet lulling sensation washing through him, causing his mind to dull. He growled, shaking his head, "I'm... I'm different. No dragon would be more worthy than me to... to..." It was then that he began to find himself at a loss for exactly what he was doing here again, blinking, claws scratching against the ground as the reason for his intrusion became harder to pin down.

Lyren smiled at his reaction to the toxins, the plume of his poison filling his cavern more and more, "To, what? Is there something wrong?" It was then that the green drake's body began to merge among the vapors of the room, clouding Luceus's vision as the murky clouds encompassing him made him lose sight of the beast. His voice echoed around with no clear location, the intruder turning to try and see him, blinking as a warmth passed through his body. "You seemed so confident just a moment ago when you so rudely entered my home. Go on, speak up. I'd like to hear why you think you're so much more powerful than me."

As he found his senses beginning to drift as well, he put his entire focus on his Radiance magic, summoning within himself the power that he possessed, feeling it flow through him in a wash of relief. But, instead of what he assumed would have happened, it didn't clear out the lingering wisps of confusion, the toxins inside his body simply parting around his power and dissipating before reappearing in the same spot moments after, holding tight onto his mind and soul. He yelled out in response, pressing a paw to his chest, the light from his magic coursing through his paw in golden streaks, attempting to cleanse the dark green poison inside himself. But it refused to withdraw, unable to break the fumes as they were not a simple object, but millions of little toxins, parting around his spell like water around a rock in a stream.

He glared at the mist around him, so dark, the glow of the crystals completely hidden beneath the verdant shine of his blanket of persuasion, "What... what are you doing to me? Stop this at once!"

"What am I doing? I'm not doing anything, I'm just letting my fumes rummage around my cave as I usually do. If anything you should have expected this before you decided to come inside. But I suppose your Radiance magic must be able to protect you from it, as you have expressed how much more powerful it is than me."

Luceus then took a step forward, then started turning in a circle, snarling into the verdant abyss of smoke, "Who do you think I am? I'm not some coward... I'm a ruler of my own lands. I will not accept your... your tricks. I will fight you if I must."

"And why would you do that? Come on, little one, be honest with me. What did you think would happen when you came into my cave? Did you think I would just leave? Being a leader can be quite taxing, having to live up to others' expectations, to defend your territory, and expand it... Trust me, I'd know. Don't you think putting this 'act' on is foolish? You don't have to act that way around me."

"NO, STOP IT!" The dragon then lashed out, swiping his claws into the fumes, the glowing abyss parting around them, infiltrating his lungs with every deep breath. His heart thumped faster, the fear within his mind slowly taking control as he tried to attack the similarly sized dragon. But he missed his mark, not hitting a single scale, unable to locate the deceiver as he stepped back, wings splayed beside him, eyes darting back and forth as he prepared for any upcoming attack.

The rumbling voice chuckled softly, "Why do you act this way? I have no intention of hurting you, I'm simply curious. I can tell what you've been through, I've lived countless more lives than your own. Perhaps you should open yourself to me... Listen and tell me what you really want. But maybe you don't even realize that part yet."

The mist trailed up his legs, curling around them like a snake climbing a pole, brushing his fur and the feathers on his wings as he tried to clear himself of the corruption plaguing his body. He closed his eyes, body shining with Radiant energy once more, washing over his form in a bright wave, originating from the center of the infection in his chest. He could see the miasma sifting around his very core inside his mind, the tendrils weaving themselves inside, reaching out to his brain as well. He tried to bat at them with the magic, finding himself shivering as it refused to relent, the trained venom twisting and turning, the seemingly soft cloud holding firm like a mountain. He could almost swear he felt the presence of others dragons amongst them, pulling at his thoughts, connecting them in ways that felt so wrong, increasing the Radiant power to try and drown it all out.

But it refused, coursing around him, opening his eyes once more to the sea of green, wings pulled to his sides as he suddenly felt smaller. He yelled out again, tail flicking in anxiousness, "What is this... Why isn't it working?! I... I can't..."

The voice seemed to huff in disappointment, the cavern shifting like a dream, the unallocated voice deeper than a ravine speaking plainly and purposefully at the confused creature, "Why are you trying to fight? All I want to do is welcome you. I can assure you that my fumes are quite pleasurable. Go on, let go for a moment. Drink it in." The white dragon paused, the energy trying to fight back the virus subsiding if only for a moment as Luceus let himself feel what the dragon was trying to show him. He wasn't sure why he hadn't noticed at first, but when he let his fight down, a warm, blissful feeling began filling his body, sighing softly at the relaxation that washed over him, looking down at his paws. He then shook his head a moment after as he felt it reach his nether regions, arousing something within him that made his mind awaken once more.

"Wait, no... I... I can't do this. I'm not here for... for pleasantries, I'm..."

"You're here for what? What were you truly wanting when you decided to enter my den?" The dragon opened his maw to answer but found nothing, trying to focus on any point, something that he'd been relaying in his mind since he'd entered. It was important, he knew it, there was a reason why he was here. It was like a fist banging against a wall, trying to escape, but the clutches of the many vespers from Lyren's many meals blurred it out, leaving him standing there in uncertainty. The verdant one smiled, continuing, "Don't you feel the weight of all those who wish to take your lands? I'm sure you worry about it every day that dragons stronger than you could take everything you've worked so hard for. Wouldn't it be so much nicer just to let yourself go, to rid yourself of all those worries?"

The once confident male panted softly, staring at the ground before him with fading aggression, the pleasured pouring of his breath causing him to inhale deeper. He wasn't sure what to say, he couldn't fully place why he had felt so angry before. This dragon was supposed to be an enemy but then... why did he feel so invited, so relaxed? He admitted after a moment, tail swaying slower, the fumes happily enrapturing his form. "Yeah... It's a lot, but... but I can do it. I have to."

"Do you?" Luceus peered open his eyes he hadn't realized had closed, the gaze of the predator glowing gold in the mist, eyeing him endearingly, "You've spent so long worrying about all these things, things that hold no real value. Land, food, mates... But in the end, all that really matters is what you want, what makes you happy." He then began circling the drake, growing closer, the silhouette of his form becoming more visible. Luceus almost felt transfixed by his voice, each sickly scent of his maw becoming intoxicating in a way that he began to desire. "Would you like to be truly happy? Do you want to let go of everything for a moment and just... exist?"

His response came out as a drawn-out breath, humming in pleasure at the wave of bliss passing through his fur, "Yes. I want that so bad..." It was then that any remaining light of Radiance faded, letting himself go for a bit, happy to be in the company of someone as welcoming and caring as his friend. His friend? Was he? He wasn't sure now, but he felt like one.

"You've been working so hard, why don't we relax you a bit?~"

His voice was as smooth as the very scales he wore, the tension in the infected drake loosening bit by bit as he exhaled hotly, relishing each wave of warmth passing through him. It felt so good to not fight it, making him feel happy that he had decided to relax for a bit. He really seemed like he just wanted to welcome him in and chat after all, but now he wasn't able to remember why. 'Does it matter?'

He could almost feel the stare of the other dragon eyeing him down, drinking in more of the vapors as it pressed in around him, caressing under his chin with his enjoyment. "How are you feeling? Do you like my abode?"

He couldn't see much in the dark, shrouded surroundings, but he nodded softly, remembering the crystals and something else that littered the floor that he couldn't place, "I... I do..."

"Good. I like to think I'm a welcoming dragon. I never wanted to hurt you. But I must know, if you came here... What do you want?"

"I... I don't remember. It was important."

"No. What do you want now? My calming miasma helps to ease the nerves, to open the senses and mind. So I ask again, how do you feel?"

His mind wavered like a flickering flame with no sound, absentmindedly noticing Lyren's form lurking in the fog, watching him curiously. Luceus could feel the encompassing bliss in his fur, shivering in the moment of excitement, an idea flickering into the back of his mind but pushing it back, refusing to say it. "I... I feel good. Your breath..."

"My breath? Oh, would you like more of it?" Then, without another word, his muzzle pressed out from the glowing cloud, appearing before Luceus, hovering only inches away from the similarly sized snout. His maw then parted just enough to let a large billow of fumes out right into his face, the heat of his breath a sweet scent making the white dragon's paws curl, a surge of need rushing into his loins that made him lean closer to drink it all in. The drake happily obliged, exuding more than enough toxins for him to divulge in, watching as he breathed it in willingly. "You really seem to like it. Hmm... I can smell something else though. Are you sure you aren't hiding anything from me?"

When he rumbled, it carried the power of a thousand generations, Luceus instinctively dipping his head lower despite his... 'Despite what?' Again, he felt like he was forgetting something, an instinctual dignity that he had to uphold. But everything felt so wonderful, so arousing that it made him want to just... He could feel the tremble of submission hit him in the chest as that pleased hum from the beast coursed through his body, the green drake waiting for his answer. He forced out, "I... I don't know."

"Hmm, I suppose I could be imagining it, but... is that arousal I smell on you?" He then began circling around him, moving to his backside, Luceus feeling his gaze on his fluffy rear, staying still as he continued to pant. "No, that couldn't be. You wouldn't... But it is coming from you."

"I'm not... aroused. I just... ah..." He did want something, something in his core that he knew was very wrong, an action that would defile his very nature and all he held himself to believe, but then... why did it feel so fucking hot to think of?

"You just..."

"I want... to get off... fuck." He could feel the deep blush rising under his muzzle, tail flicking behind him once in heat, his furred sheath slowly growing warmer as the member inside began shifting to life. "I... No, I can't do this." He knew what his mind was trying to do, he could feel the twining of disconnected thoughts forming into a thought pattern he never would have put together on his own, tied together by the infectious disease that muddled his brain. But it was so hard to resist and in all honesty... he just didn't want to, especially when it felt so nice.

"Don't be afraid. I'm just here because you wanted to chat. I wouldn't want to impose anything on you if you didn't want yourself. But, if you want something, I think it would be in both our interests for you to say it. You wouldn't hide something from a friend, would you?" His hot breath wafted against the back of his tail, the once proud dragon now gasping as he felt his shaft peeking out of its confines.

He could feel the turmoil locked inside the prison in his mind being shoved back into the web of lies, unsure if he should grasp onto it or not. But like the mist it escaped his grip, leaving only the truth and his desires that he didn't fully understand. "I... want... to breed."

Lyren's chuckle sent a shiver through his heart, "Oh, you do? That would explain your scent. But I'm afraid there aren't any females here, at least not right now. I apologize. I would have offered one of my courters for you to use but..." He then trailed off, leaving the air open as if prompting Luceus to respond.

"I... I need this. Please..." He shook his head, those last remaining fragments of something already drifting away, muffled as they reached out to him. But he scarcely understood it, tail swaying slowly.

"As I said, I don't have anyone here you could mate with. That is, unless... No, you wouldn't want that." He huffed, walking around Luceus slowly, continuing to eye his form with amusement as the white drake avoided his gaze as a wash of blissful humiliation hit him. "You're a dragon of Radiance. You rule over territories and have dragons who look to you for guidance. You're a leader. You couldn't possibly want that."

The unsure one spoke up, blinking in confusion as he swore a plume of verdant smoke came from his maw as he exhaled. "I can't help it. Fuck... Why do I feel this way?" He couldn't grapple with the thought, merely lingering on it as images of Lyren... fucking him filling his mind. He could imagine the shaft he had, the arousal on the tip, the feel of his paw lifting his tail. It sounded so hot, but then... why was he fighting it?

"Well, just like Ness's, when you're in heat it becomes hard to control those urges. But luckily for you, I won't judge. I am not here to tell you what you want, nor am I trying to force you to do anything. But if you request something of me I would need to hear you ask for it."

"I want... ah... damn it." He could feel the weight of everything he'd ever done on his shoulders. It really was a burden, just as Lyren had said. If he could let it go then he could just enjoy this pleasure that he felt, not feel bad about it. It felt so good and he wanted it.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to breed me, Lyren!" He yelled out hotly, a large plume of smoke exhaling from his own intoxicated lungs, his penis growing larger between his hinds as he gave in to his lust. In that same moment, he felt something warm inscribe itself upon his cheeks, the power of his dominant marking him with the glowing green symbol of miasma, branding him as his own. It was all scarcely noticed though as the pleasure coursing through him took his attention, head dipping down as he added, "I don't know why, but I want it. So bad."

"Me, mate with you? Well, that surely can't be right. After all, you're a male as am I. That wouldn't be just degrading to who you are as a leader, a warrior, but a disgrace to your own kind to be used in such a way. Perhaps you are mistaken? You surely aren't so perverse as to want to be fucked by me, would you?~"

His heart pounded, precum leaking out the tip of his member as he panted, unable to hold back the truth. "No, Lyren, I want this! I want you to fuck me hard and pin me against the ground. I need this so bad, please."

"But you would be giving up your place as a graceful and honored leader. You would smell of my scent and all would know you were bred by me."

"I don't care! Take me!" And then, like a female in heat, he bent over, pressing his face to the cold stone before him, furred tail moving to the side, displaying his nether regions to his new mate. He could feel the mist curl around his pair of orbs behind his sheath, washing over his mating tool, his tailhole puckered and eager for Lyren's touch.

The dragon rumbled happily, giving a low growl of dominance before stepping forth and placing a paw on his rear, "There we are. Good boy. Mmmm, I'm going to enjoy defiling you." He then gazed over Luceus's undercarriage, the warmth of his breath wafting over his balls and barbed dick, sizing him up. "And you said you've bred with other females before? Pathetic. I feel bad they had to deal with you." The submissive could feel a tear in his pride at this, something that felt so distant at this point, but something about that made a surge of pleasure light up in response, making him feel so confused and yet intrigued by it all the same.

But surprisingly Lyren stood back, giving a soft rumble before ordering him, "Not here, I have a more fitting place for you. Follow." The smoke was thick but with his tail flicking in his view he forced himself onto his paws, shaking slightly from the sheer heat he was in, watching as they pressed through the fog to a large pile of bones and skulls beside one of the walls. Dragons from many of the previous intruders now lying dead before him, stripped of any remnant of their past selves. "Now, press your face into the bones and present yourself to me."

He wasn't sure why he was brought here but he obeyed. Obeyed? Why did that feel so intrinsically wrong? But he did it anyway as his lust commanded him to, dripping more onto the ground below himself in his perversion as his snout pressed into the bones on the edge of the pile, his face and chest against the ground with his rear high in the air. With his head laying sideways, he caught a glance of a particular skull he felt he recognized, two spikes on the snout with horns on the back. It felt like a friend he'd used to know before he'd visited Lyren, but surely it couldn't be? 'Derek?'

Those thoughts were cut short as the prominent one's shadow overtook his being, the vapors curling happily around their master's paw as it pressed onto that very skull Luceus had been gazing over, shattering it with a loud CRACK before leaning down to rumble into his prey's ear. "You see all these dragons here? They all believed they were better than me, and look where they ended up. Digested in my gut alive like a simple piece of meat. I couldn't care to remember their names, but why would I? I bet you don't remember the name of your last meal, nor cared to ask." He then felt the shaft of his captor pressing against his tailhole, smearing it in his own lube, causing him to gasp at the warmth of it while moaning softly.

He then lowered his chest on top of Luceus's back, feeling the weight of the predator press down on him a bit, pinning him easily despite knowing he was stronger than the verdant one. For some reason that made his pleasure only heighten, knowing a creature less powerful than him was mounting his body. This realization shouldn't have caused him bliss, he knew it, but damn it was amazing. The mist rewarded him happily, encouraging him onwards. "I saw you the moment you entered my jungle, observing as you grew closer to my den. I can't believe you seriously thought that you, a hatchling for all things considered, could drive me away from my home. And with what, just by asking? What a waste of scales."

His paw pressed down firmly onto his prey's neck, Luceus exhaling another wisp of green allure in response, another skull forced as he was pressed into the pile. He then gripped his hips with one of his hind paws, leveraging himself onto him as he placed a paw there, grinding against his entrance teasingly. "I can't believe you call yourself a leader. All it took was my breath to make you whimper and bend over for me to breed you. You can't come back from this and you won't... but I don't think you want to, do you?"

He then shoved his hard shaft right into his virgin tailhole, thrusting hard, biting down onto Luceus's neck. The white dragon yelled out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, forced to keep his head down from the bite and paw on the center of his back, clenching around the plated underside of his dick. It quickly hilted up to his knot, the large pair resting just outside, grinding against innards as Lyren exhaled a large plume into his neck. Luceus curled his tail around his master's, letting his wings fall to his sides, whimpering as he drew his teeth back from the bite.

"Mmm, so tight. I can't imagine you could ever go back to your lands. You wouldn't have any dignity left and once word got out that you were mated with me I'm sure the dragon's bordering your lands would be more than happy to team up to take you down. You have no more pride, you're just a toy for me, a plaything. But maybe you're not even that." He then looked over the bones, using his paw to turn Luceus to gaze over them as well. "I can feel your heat, your desire for humiliation. I can feel you clench around my shaft from my words. But I want you to tell me it. Beg for me. Tell me how you want me to treat you. Let loose your worries and show me what you really are!"

He moaned out in response, a few bones clattering down beside him with one falling onto his face, "I'm your fuck toy, your whore! I want to be treated as your cum dump. I don't want anything else but your cock inside me, ravaging me."

"Then you will be just that. My cock sleeve, my sex toy for my enjoyment.~" It was only then that he began thrusting, the drag of his plated underside rubbing against his prostate from within, causing his own member to drip and twitch in bliss. He lolled out his tongue, tail tightening around Lyren's, his face pressing further into the pile as his shaft then humped back just as deep inside a moment after. He wondered if this was what dragoness's felt like, pinned and bred beneath a superior male or their species, left to take what they were given. He should have hated it, he wasn't a girl or a sub, and yet it felt so fucking good that he couldn't stop himself.

He pressed back at each hard thrust, Lyren not seeming to care about taking it slow, simply placing his paw on the side of Luceus's face to keep him still, bucking his hips as he mounted the intruder. He could hear the rumbles of Lyren echo around the cavern, filling his senses along with the degrading toxins that aroused every part of his body. He could feel them wash over his feathered wings splayed at his sides, his clear submission sending him only further into his depravity as he was bred mercilessly.

In the heat of the moment, it all became a blur of passion, hips colliding in wet slaps resounding around the cavern, deep inhales of the ever-leaking fumes from Lyren's muzzle transferring into Luceus's lungs, a dance of bliss as he was taken for the first time by another. Their heated scents intermingled along with the mist, likely seeping out of the cave, letting anyone who had seen him enter know just what was happening inside. The pile of bones had shifted and poured over the white dragon's face, leaving him in the mass of them, crying out in need as he was railed from behind. Lyren gripped his hips, happily pounding away, growing faster and faster as his growling began rising in intensity. He could feel the pulsing of his shaft within his ass, preparing to deposit his load into his cum sack, feeling that knot slam into his entrance over and over.

And with a loud roar and spread of his wings, it PLOPPED inside wetly, hilting himself within with a deep bite into his furred neck. Luceus moaned out like a bitch, his wings flapping to cool them both from their passionate embrace, the vile seed splurting into his bowels in thick strands, never leaving his rear. All he could do was lie there, pinned and filled by the very one he was meant to scare away, moaning happily at being degraded into a cock sleeve for his enjoyment. His own orgasm had drawn closer, spurred on by the delicious glowing flames around his body but not enough to push him past his peak. Instead, he was left on edge, whimpering out as he could feel his cock rub hard against his prostate, wanting nothing more than to release himself.

But Lyren showed no care for his bliss anymore, simply resting inside him for a moment, licking his submissive's neck before pulling back out in a sloppy mess. He could feel the warm fluid trail down his rear and tailbase, marking him as Lyrens'. The jaws pulled back a few moments later, unsure if he was bleeding or not from the firm grip. But when the shadow of his new master grew over him, he was quickly flipped over onto his back and presented with his defiler's crotch, the still leaking cock hanging in front of his face only inches away.

Luceus opened his maw to say something only for the green drake to shove his dick in to shut him up, silencing his words as his member slid over his long tongue. He choked at first, feeling the tip press back into his throat, having never been in this position before. He could feel a few tears streaming down his cheeks from the abuse but he craved it so, his barbed penis twitching as Lyren's tail accidentally brushed up against it before quickly pulling away. He whimpered around him for a moment, tasting the cum trailing down the back of his tongue and into his throat, swallowing it down obediently before slowly getting into it.

Lyren gripped his muzzle with a paw, giving a few small thrusts inside, making sure to stroke out any remaining jizz into his cum rag. "Look at you. What a whore. You might as well be a female from how you're acting. But no, I think there's a better place for you, a place where you won't have to deal with the disgrace of returning home a failure." He presented a skull to Luceus, sliding it under his crotch so he could see it while he sucked, thrusting once more as the tongue curled around his dick and began stroking it eagerly for each drip. "I offer each dragon this choice. Think of it as a release, a gift if you will. If you return home after this you will be outlawed and killed, you won't go home a savior. No, you're worth no more than dirt, you always were. You were just acting like you were a dragon your whole life, weren't you?"

He then squeezed his muzzle with a paw wrapped around it, making the suction and grip tighter, using his maw like a fleshlight, pumping his pulsing cock slowly as it began to dry out. The vile liquid carried with it the pure essence of his breath a thousand times over, intoxicating him so thoroughly that he found himself drawn to each word that escaped his muzzle, agreeing with him. "Every dragon before you has faced the same decision and so I present it to you. Become my meal, my food, and let your worries go. Don't let your fear hold you back, you're already mine. Each skull is a dragon I've eaten and you will be no different than them." Once Luceus had finished suckling and cleaning him off, he pulled out, cupping his muzzle before pressing his face back into the bones, "Imagine it. Your skull being belched out onto this very pile, becoming nameless, welcoming others who intrude to their rightful place in life. You will add to my body and be cherished as a willing meal. How does that sound, pitiful thing? I'd say it's a step up for you really."

He stared into the sockets of a skull, empty and lifeless, imagining that being him. It was terrifying and yet his cock leaked even more at the thought, the worries of daily life slowly dissipating within his mind as he moaned out. "I... I think I'd like that."

"No. I don't want to force this on you. You could leave if you like, I wouldn't want to make you give your life to me if you don't want to. After all, I suppose you still have some free will left... But if you choose this, there will be no going back. You will be treated as my food and only that for the rest of your short life." He then pulled his face back up, pressing their muzzles together to glare at him in the eyes, his fog drifting into Luceus's nostrils as he breathed, "Make your choice: Go back to your worthless life, or become something greater and live your last moments in pleasure as my dinner."

His voice was like that of a thundering drum, the rhythm of life flowing from his nostrils, calling out to him from his very core. It was a longing he never knew he had but couldn't hide, his body agreeing with every word as the breath of his predator washed over him and into his lungs. His eyes were like that of countless piles of melted gold, a bath of pure bliss and power never leaving his sight, able to peer into him and understand his every need even before he did. It was all-knowing and felt so right, the humiliation he was experiencing twisting into a desire that made him shiver in heat. And because of this he answered him in a whisper, lost for breath, "I want to give up my life, my goals... fuck, everything. I just want to feel you around me, to be lost in this bliss forever. Please."

He then turned their muzzle side to side, smiling deviously at them before opening his maw to welcome them within.

His jaws were set with a row of sharp teeth, a long, saliva-coated tongue flicking out to lick at his prey's jawline, the forked tip trailing over it and slathering it for a taste. He could see the long strands of his excitement connecting the upper and lower jaw together, and flesh and undulating throat coaxing him onwards. But through it all was the verdant, soft, pulsing glow of his essence. It beckoned him, shining from his esophagus, a long strand of fumes drifting forth and onto his face as he stared into it. It was so much warmer than the cave he was in, his breath foul and yet enticing as he found himself lost for words at the sight. There was a small part of him that screamed in his mind for him to run, but his body didn't obey, instead left to gaze into the last thing he'd ever see before becoming just nutrients.

And just like that it began, Lyren's paw moving to the back of his head, pressing his muzzle into his slick maw. The flesh of his mouth greeted him eagerly, salivating around his face, the wetness smearing over his fur with no care for his comfort. He could feel the teeth graze his jawline and head, mesmerized that someone the same size as him could swallow him whole, relishing in bliss as his cock leaked in acceptance. He could feel Lyren's tongue licking over his face, tracing his eyes, muzzle, and neck, leaving nothing free from his touch. He even sucked for a moment, getting the flavor, matting down the fur on his defeated face before pressing him deeper within until his snout touched the entrance to his throat.

The light from the outside was now replaced with the faint glow of his body, unable to see anything else but his inner flesh. It was only then he realized he'd never see the sun again, never see the trees or any other dragon. Even if he wanted to fight he was sure Lyren would bite down to hold him still, but he had no desire. No, he wanted this, it felt so right and all he could ever ask for was to leave all his worries to become this for someone better than him. His head was swished around for a moment, giving a good savor of him before taking the first swallow of his muzzle down.

His eyes were just outside, left to watch that flexing muscle tug at his snout, the undulating throat rubbing and kneading at his fur, inviting him deeper. He let out a muffled moan, feeling Lyren shift his position over him, likely getting a better angle to devour him alive before shoving his entire head into his neck with a large GULP! The throat splayed around him, hugging him tenderly and yet refusing to let go. He could feel the slime of the maw frame his face, his noises muffled from the tunnel before him. Lyren on the other hand was quickly shoving him inside, giving a few licks here and there to taste his meal but continuing onwards soon after. He felt himself lurch forward another few inches with a loud gulp, the heartbeat of his predator filling his ears along with the squelching of the walls, the glowing passage filled with strong wisps of the poison that he was forced to breathe in.

He didn't try to fight it, instead going limp, those teeth grazing at his neck and shoulders as they reached the largest part of the meat. He felt his cock jump at how horrible this all was, the toxins harnessing his shame and empowering his lust to twist that into pleasure, making him crave it all the more. The green drake seemed not to care anymore though, simply grabbing his splayed wings and bunching them up until they were slick against his sides, holding them there to make his consumption smoother. Luceus pondered over that for a moment, that a creature like him who could fly, breathe fire and use magic was willingly choosing to die and be treated as food for someone else the same size as him. The wash of guilt was heavenly, basking in the fumes around him and the kneading of flesh as another swallow attempted to fit him further inside.

To Luceus's surprise, it seemed his devourer was struggling to fit him in, pressing his forepaws to his sides along with his wings, trying to brute force the dragon like him into his maw. It only made it sink in more how real this was, that he was really choosing to die for this perverted fantasy, something he would have despised earlier that day and yet now was more than happy to devote himself to. He maneuvered his tail to softly stroke at his cock, massaging, that need to orgasm still ruling over his thoughts. He felt the claws of Lyren scratch his wings, cringing as a few feathers pulled off in the motion, his royal plumage pinned and abused as simple food. He knew if his courters saw him like this, a beautiful dragon turned into fat that he would never live that down, but luckily that would never happen. He would never experience the light of day or the feeling of eating his own meal again, leaving himself only to the pleasure of being swallowed whole and alive by one he had seen weaker than himself.

Then, with a growl and a hard shover, the teeth grazed over his shoulders and wing bases before forcing him a few feet deeper in one large push. He moaned hotly, stroking his dick faster, the drake pulling his prey up to sit on their rear, using it as leverage. The wet tongue plastered its saliva over his underbelly in the process, Luceus having to arch their neck as they began passing through the chest of the green deceiver, his strong paws holding him tightly. He could feel a pleasured hum vibrating around him from his submission, rolling his tongue up and down his food before continuing on.

As he reached the halfway point, Luceus found his head pressing up against the sphincter to his stomach, the tight ring squelching over his muzzle and face as Lyren gave another natural swallow, shoving his head into the fume-filled chamber. The glow inside was just the same as the one in his throat, letting him see the final resting place as he was forced inside. His head was nearly half of the size of the stomach, wondering how he could imagine fitting his whole body within but he knew he'd find a way. He'd done so many times before. In fact, he could even scent some of his last meals, a few bones from previous dragons littering the area, pressing against his face as he moaned hotly.

Lyren gave a suckle to his body, testing his teeth against the soft feathered wings, the meat letting out a soft pained grunt in response, knowing he had no choice in how he was treated. Luckily for him though his predator had no reason to tear him apart, simply relishing in their flavor as he tossed them in his maw to spread their taste. Following soon after was another large pull to his furred body, drawing him deeper between the jaws of a dragon just like him. He imagined the size of the bulge he'd make in his gut once he was fully inside, already starting to curl up in the small space. He couldn't help but wonder if someone would try and stop Lyren if they found his body halfway swallowed down his throat as he was now. But his cock called out for his own demise, waves of bliss rewarding him as he told himself there was no point, embracing his nature as pure fat to add onto his hips in a day or two.

He could feel his jaws resting before his hind legs, Lyren raising his worthless sack of meat off the ground and into the air, letting them hang from his maw like a piece of fresh kill. Luceus didn't bother to fight, to use his tail to grip onto anything, taking his last moments of possible resistance to moan and stroke his cock faster with his appendage. It was only then that he felt the paw of the verdant one grip his tail, forcing it off his shaft, growling to prove a point before Luceus relented and let his body go limp.

For a moment he felt Lyren's tongue brush up against his throbbing member but it quickly pulled away, making him whine inside his belly as he humped once by pure nature. It was only then that the world around Luceus began to shift, feeling his predator get to his paws while he hung from his maw. He could feel the cold air from outside on his rear, so different from the wet, moist interior of the stomach, the saliva from his maw dripping down his hind legs and under his scales, staining him. The dominant male gave a rumble, sucking on the piece of meat a little more, the cock of his meal just outside his maw, hanging and dripping there with no pleasure. He could feel his tail swaying back and forth with each step Lyren took, the soft thump of his paws as he moved somewhere deeper into the cave, the soft fall of the waterfall entrance fading away to be replaced with gurgles of the stomach.

The walls relentlessly pressed and massaged into his head and neck, rubbing those gastric juices against them, leaving no area clean of his touch. It didn't matter where he turned his head, if he imagined that this was all a dream, because it wasn't. The smell of the belly was foul and retched, the small bones of other meals pressed inside along with him reminding him he'd only add to it, shifting as he was carried around casually into the room of his demise. The soft beating of the heart behind him in his chest echoed in his ears, thump-thumping, another slather of liquids over his muzzle washing over as the belly swayed, huffing out as the tongue outside licked over his fragile wings.

For a moment, everything that had happened began playing out in his mind again, the fog retracting if only to let him realize just what he had chosen. He remembered the tribes bordering him, wanting his territory... he'd come here with the advantage of his powers to force this dragon to leave. He held pride in his step with a clear goal in mind... and now here he was, in the mouth, the very jaws of a dragon he saw as weaker than him, literally biting softly at his belly and lower back, having been swallowed whole by him. He was a dragon the same size as him, one that he should have been able to defeat, and yet by simply breathing the fumes he'd chosen to die, to desire to take his seed and be forced down his throat as a worthless slab of meat. He had no choice now though, it was over and as Lyren began to take another swallow, he found another strong surge of bliss coursing through him, the toxins capturing his thoughts once again and persuading him right back into obedience.

At this point it was unavoidable to prevent his tongue from touching his crotch, the leaking shaft dripping on his tongue as it pressed over it, pointing out towards his tail. He could feel the jaws forcing his back legs together, the tips of his wings slipping inside, squishing every royal and regal inch of his form into a heap of fur and feathers, bunching up all he was to prepare to eat him alive.

Soon after Lyren settled down, swaying back and forth in the prison he'd created until something soft pressed up against the belly he was inside, causing him to groan as his devourer laid down to rest on his hoard of pillows. He felt him jostle his hindside in his maw for a few moments, savoring the meal, rumbling happily at being in his bed before taking another swallow.

It was in this gulp that his very masculinity was sealed away so casually, his barbed breeder which he had used to mate many females of his kind slipping away and into the throat of another male. He had grown so confident over time, taking pride in his rod, and yet Lyren paid no mind to it. His pleasure tool simply dripped, showing clearly how much of a whore he was for this moment, being stripped of his lands and responsibilities, the one thing that marked him as a male disappearing forever without a thought in the world by the one taking it away. He remembered how Lyren ridiculed it, saying he might as well have been a dragoness, his willingness to submit and be eaten just nailing in how much of a bitch he really was. But no thought would spare the truth, the last sight of his breeding shaft swallowed along with his hips, clenched inside the throat as it began its descent along with the rest of him to his wonderful doom.

The jowls clamped over his ankles and tail, a large amount of saliva trailing down it, the tongue curling around each limb, making sure to get a good taste for the final bits. And yet now he took no haste, even chuckling at the lack of fight, his belly extending greatly beneath him as that waste of space crammed itself into a meaty ball in his stomach. Its taste wasn't even that great, more of a disappointment really, but he wasn't one to leave a meal unfinished when it showed up at his doorstep.

Luceus felt another large lurch of his body, Lyren lifting up his head and spreading his jaws, allowing gravity to assist in his blissful death. He could feel his legs slipping past the teeth of a maw the same size as his, closing once more around the end of the tail, holding it firmly in their grasp. At this point the prey's body was curled around itself, encased in hot flesh, completely immobilized by a creature of its own kind, the last remnant that it was anything at all hanging from the mouth of the dragon like a limp noodle just waiting to be slurped up.

He could feel the curl of the smoke around the last few inches of his tail, swirling around it like a last goodbye to the living breathing world he was leaving behind, never to be part of again. He had chosen to become fat, pudge on a real male's body, moaning to be broken down and forgotten forever and he knew that's all he would be. Every bone on the floor didn't have a name or order, they were simply scattered, memories of meals long past, and soon enough he would join them. The heat of Lyren's citrus breath wafted over that drooping tip, sucking on it deeply to get a long taste, growling in dominance.

Then, with a final tilt of his maw upwards, he took a long, slow swallow, the plume of feathers on the end flattening and matting down from the saliva before sliding down into the glowing gullet of fumes, never to be seen again. Just as it passed his teeth he CLACKED his jaws shut, rumbling at the fullness of his meal, feeling the last length of the defeated one slipping down until his tail was then too slurped up by the sphincter and sealed inside to stew away with the rest of him.

As he was forced into a ball inside, he could feel the numbness of the fluids seeping into the cracks of his scales, reaching the tender flesh beneath, making him moan as the digestion process began. He had no idea how long it would last but with the bliss that it made him feel, he was determined to enjoy every moment of it. He used his tail to thrust around his cock, feeling strong surges of pleasure only increased by the clench of the muscles around every part of him. His feathers and fur were degraded so fully, wet and stained already with his sickly scent, a body that once made dragoness's flock to him now degraded and used as simple nutrients that would be broken down into fat on Lyren's haunches. He even tried pressing back at the sphincter he'd come through to see if it would budge, the exit holding firm, showing him there was no escape.

Soon after, Lyren continued about his day, pulling his meal along in tow with him, walking around his cavern as he hummed to himself without any regard to the dragon of his size he'd just eaten alive. He tried calling out to him a few times but it earned no response, instead focusing on orgasming over and over again as the rest of his form grew numb and his cock's sensitivity reached an all-time high. His own feathers were marked with his semen, cumming over himself with no remorse as he knew he was basically already dead, giving up all pride and accepting his fate. Still, Lyren wasn't a monster, gifting him with an occasional rub of a paw against his digesting body from outside whenever he would lie or sit down, sometimes a splash of water hitting his face as the green beast drank from his water pool, pouring in alongside him. After a while, he settled down to sleep, curling around himself on his plush pillows, the world around Luceus going still as he came one last time onto his face and fell asleep with him to the sounds of the gurgles working on his form.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he awoke next, but he did remember the sudden lurch as a flapping of strong wings pulled his body aloft into the air. At this point Luceus's final chamber had become a mesh of liquids, washing across his chest and back, only his head above the acids that slowly ate away at his form. The stomach was much tighter now, pressing against him hard, smearing into his face and body to rub away the outer layers of fat as that was all he was now. Fat and proteins to be absorbed and used to breed and eat another dragon of his kind.

It compressed tighter as a loud roaring of wind blasted into his hearing, a loud squelch of fluids washing over his head, leaving him in a pool of sizzling juices. He could feel a rush of air being expelled as he pressed his snout about the pool surrounding him, assuming he was breathing his poison over something as he flew. He went about this for quite some time, Luceus going dizzy as he tried to keep his head above the fluids and walls that worked on his worthless form, stroking his melting cock to try and get off one last time.

After a while longer he landed and began chatting with a group of dragoness's, the melting piece of fat inside finding something familiar about their tone of voices. They spoke of him, asking where Luceus had gone and why he had covered their lands in his fumes to which he told him that he had eaten him and that their territory was now his. It was at this moment he wondered if maybe there was some sort of hope, that maybe they would realize it was him inside digesting away and try to kill his captor to set him free. But instead, they just obeyed, seemingly overtaken by the miasma, even rubbing at the belly that surrounded him, whispering degrading words about how worthless he really was to be digested alive like this.

He remembered the numbing sensation of swaying around the melting pot of fluids, the thrust of his predator's body as a female moaned along with his motions, Lyren roaring and clenching his stomach around him as the actions were more frantic. He could numbly feel the last climax rocking his form, eyes rolling back in bliss at the release of everything he'd come to know and love slipping into obscurity. To be forgotten even by his own mates as the very dragon he'd come to scare away fucked his harem. And with that everything was gone, his body slowly falling into the pool and melting away with the climax of the predator he was now a part of.

When Lyren had returned to his cave later on in the jungle he felt a large object pressing at his throat, giving a loud belch before spewing out an acid-covered skull out onto the ground, slathered in juices with the scent of his bile clear as day covering it all. He gave a grunt, turning it over with a paw, blinking as he tried to remember what he'd eaten. Had he had a dragon recently or was that something else? He felt like he should know but then again he didn't care much to try and think about it. Whatever it was, it wasn't important enough to remember anyways.

With that he then threw the skull into one of the nameless piles of the cavern, belching up the rest of the bones of his meal before mixing them up with some of the others. He smiled, watching each piece that used to be a vital part of the food mix along with others, lost to never be put back together again, breathing his fumes over them once more before continuing about his day as he wondered where he'd go out to hunt for his next meal.