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~Draconic Detainment~

Written By: Phamyne Plaguox

[WARNING! Contains: Male (Feral Dragon) on Male (Wolf) Consensual Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Rimming, Cum inflation, Oral Vore (Soft), Asphyxiation, Gore, Digestion (Fatal), and is not suitable for minors.]

~Day - I~

It's the sixth day since I left home on my very first journey, and so far, I've been having a blast! What I had originally thought would be a gruelling twelve-day trip to the closest city has turned out to be completely enjoyable~

The reason I left home was so that I could make a name for myself in one of the big cities. I loathed_the very idea of having to live out the rest of my days with my parents in a tiny village stuck in the middle of nowhere. Not that I don't love them, but the thought of one day taking over the family business and becoming a full-fledged sheepherder in the middle of the forest was... It is not the life I want for myself. A savvy young grey wolf like me NEEDS to find himself out _here in the vast world! Not locked away between the borders of the oaken trees and the never-ending boredom of an unfulfilling life.

So after saving up enough money for three years by doing various small jobs around the shanty village I had once called home, I finally set out into the forest with every intention of making it to the city and finding a new life there. I may not yet know exactly what I shall become in the city, but ANYTHING will be better than the few career choices offered back home.

Perhaps I can find a job with one of the merchants? I've always had a way with beastpeople, so I'd probably be decent at selling goods. I'm also proficient at hunting, so mayhaps I could earn some extra coin by selling meat to one of the butchers? I'd honestly even accept cleaning the floors of the residing lord of the city itself if I must! I just needed to get out of that tiny village...

When you can literally count the number of beastfolk living in your hometown and recognise almost everyone by name, what one might call "Quaint", quickly becomes boring VERY fast.

As an only pup, my life was pretty good for the most part. We ate meat nearly every night, I was kept warm throughout each winter by the fires of our hearth, and our family business is one of the most successful in the village. As the local butchers and sheep herders, my family is pretty well off compared to anyone else, but even with all of our "Luxuries", it was still not enough for me to be happy... I've longed for more since my eighteenth birthday when my one friend told me he was going to leave for the city so he could fulfil his lifelong dream of becoming a blacksmith, and by the start of my twenty-first year, I had finally saved up enough coin to make my own dream a reality.

So here I am, halfway to my destination on the outskirts of the forests where I had set up camp. Stretched out before me are the rolling plains I must take towards the city, they are lush in thick grass and are as never-ending as the view; The scent of pollen and adventure are forever on the air. At the far end of this vast plateau it is my destination, gleaming even from afar.

I decided to cut through the forest instead of taking the long way around through the mountain pass, and considering I don't have a horse, it's most certainly the wiser choice. Taking the main road is both a lengthier trip on foot and riddled with possible dangers; Bandits and beasts being among the most common. At least out here in the forest, I know what I am doing, and what made it even more appealing is that I've been able to hunt for my own food with my trusty bow.

Far in the distance, at the very edges of the cliffs and running along the coast of the northern ocean, lies the city where I hope to fulfil my dreams. Even from here, I can see the glittering buildings that tower higher than anything back home. I bet there are beastfolk coming and going from the gates at all hours of the day! The city may not seem like much to anyone who has sailed across the seas, or even further travelled to the south, but for someone like me who has never once left his village, the sight of the city is all I could ever hope for~

Akira: "Just six more days and I will reach my destination." I monologue to myself while I finish packing up my bedroll and then make sure that everything is secure inside my bag before strapping it to my back and looking out across the rolling plains.

Akira: "Today is going to be a good day, I can feel it~" I nod to myself in assertion as I become pumped for the next leg of my journey, and with a slight hop in my step and a swish of my tail, I am once again on my way.

A few hours into my trek, and I find the journey through the plateau to be much easier than trudging through the forest. In the summertime when I would spend hours walking through the woods surrounding our village, I would sweat so much that I'd have to remove my tunic, but having walked through it now that winter has arrived, the journey has left me with little other than my thick fur to stave off the bone-gripping cold that seemed to have deepened in the shade of the trees. Winters in these lands have always been harsh, and the summers warm, but now that I'm out here in the sun...

Raising my snout to the blue heavens, I bask in the beautiful light washing over my face, warming me like a loving kiss. The vast sky is littered with fluffy white clouds that almost seem to caress the land as they blow by. The wind that brushes through my whiskers brings with it a floral scent that is complimented by the faint smell of the ocean far in the distance, drawing me towards it just as enticingly as the smell of my mother's mutton pie would.

Looking around as my black nose continues to twitch at the many smells out in the open, I admire the thousands of yellow flowers that adorn the field; Flickering like stars in the night sky. They have a very soft fragrance to them that tickles my nose, similar in many ways to thistle, but other than them, only a few unruly bushes or solitary trees decorate the space ahead of me.

Currently, I am making my way towards the north-west, where according to my map, there should be a running river. I had finished whatever I had left in my waterskin this morning, so I need to refill it today. If I don't find the river, I will just keep heading in this direction anyway, because the road leading out from my village should connect somewhere up ahead, and with it, I could probably find someone to help direct me to a water source, or better yet, offer me a drink. I'd honestly rather risk being ambushed by bandits than dying of dehydration.

My trek continues for a while longer with nothing but the soft breeze against my back and the sun on my face, but it's not long before I decide to stop for a short break when I happen upon a bushel of ripe cranberries. The red orbs gleam in the sunlight as dew drips from them; Their fragrant scent having led me slightly off the path and straight to them. I carefully pick two pawfuls of the decadent smelling orbs, and after wrapping them in a spare cloth that I store in my backpack, I settle beneath the bush and eating my fill. They are sweet, juicy, and absolutely delicious~ Their flavour explodes in my mouth like those pink apples ma once bought from a merchant that travelled from the south.

When I finally finish with my ravenous encounter of the now nearly barren shrub, I am left in an absolutely sticky mess. Licking the red nectar from my light grey fingertips, I clean off my paws carefully and make sure that I don't leave anything under my claws or between my fingers before wiping the residue off on my brown woollen trousers. Reclining with my arms behind my head, I look up at the shifting clouds while licking my lips with a wolfish grin.

Now that was very satisfying~ My last sip of water this morning was pretty gross, so this has satisfied my thirst in a very pleasing way. I mean, I should probably be grateful that I stumbled upon two rabbits leaving their warren earlier, but I haven't exactly cooked them yet. I doubt there is any game out here, so I decided to save them for later and instead had half a loaf for breakfast. This little bush was a nice treat to wash away the lacklustre taste of stale bread.

Looking up at the never-ending blue sky and the white clouds that gently dance across the expanse, I start to daydream of how life might be for me in the big city. My first priority is to find work as soon as possible, because ma had warned me against the price's that taverns charge for a bed, while pa cautioned me against sleeping on the outskirts of the city, as I will likely be robbed there, so if I can find a job as soon as I arrive, I won't have to waste too much of my hard-earned coin by paying for lodgings.

And... If I am being completely honest with myself, one of the major reasons for me leaving my village is because I really wish to find true love; Something I know for certain I wouldn't find in my birthplace, and not because there aren't some fine looking beastwoman there, all of which have made advances on me, but because I am not in any way interested in them. What I really want in a beast_woman_ is for her to be beast man! Strong and caring, charming and successful~ Maybe even a little assertive? Hehe! What I truly seek is someone who can give me all that I've ever hoped of finding in a mate.

Not that anyone on this side of the continent has a problems with same sex relations, it's just... There really weren't ANY options in my village. Other than me, the only other gay male there is an old badger with really bushy eyebrows, and having seen him sitting out on his porch every morning, just listlessly drinking his hooch all by himself as I passed through into the main square, it just... It made me imagine myself in his place. "If I stay here, this will be my fate. Alone and watching the world go by with no one else to keep me company but a bottle of booze." And I sure as fuck don't want that! That's why I MUST make it to the big city!

I wonder what kinds of options I will have with so many beastfolk packed into one place? I mean, I'm not looking to jump right into a relationship with a strapping, musclebound stranger right out the gate, but having a friend I can talk to about these sorts of things will be really nice... Ma always tried to engage me with talk about which boys I found attractive, and while I appreciated her efforts, it just deepened my feelings of loneliness and longing...

I chuckle to myself as I remember my pa's other words of warning. Ma might have advised me against the prices in taverns, but it was pa who cautioned me against the brothels that would seek to drain me of ever hard-earned coin I have! Hehe~ Not that I'm planning on it, but it's nice to know that if I ever do become desperate enough to have my first experience with a male, there is a place I can go to satiate my carnal desires.

As I am lost in thought, a faint sound that has been lingering in the air has slowly been growing more distinctive, in fact, it's become loud enough that my pointed ears perk and swivel towards it as I raise my head from the ground with my elbows pressed into the grass and a curious crease in my brow.

The sound is hard to make out, as it's not one I have heard before. It almost sounds like large trees being thrashed wildly by a strong gale, or perhaps a big piece of leather flapping in the wind... But looking around me, I don't see anything more than the shifting clouds and a few birds who race towards the forest. Pinpointing the noise is made that much harder out here, as it echoes across the entire field in a way that sounds don't travel between trees.

Perhaps this is a normal sound to hear out in the plains? Maybe the wind blows differently in these open spaces compared to the dense woods? Shrugging off my concerns with one last twitch of my ear, I lay back on the grass with my arms behind my head and continue to stare up at the dreamy sky as I listen to the flapping sound steadily grow louder and louder. I try to ignore it, but after a few seconds, it becomes so concerning that it causes my fur to bristle.

Before I can properly relax in the soft grass, a heavy " THUMP!" rattles the very earth I lay stretched across, followed quickly by a hot gust of air that rushes over my fur and ruffles it with the force of a hurricane! The sudden noise and wind has me shooting to my feet with my claws raised, but what I see strikes horror through me in a way which I have never known before...

Standing on all fours and just a few feet ahead of me is a dragon... I only know what the feral beast is by name and through the many stories the folk in my village love to prattle on about, and considering their tall tales often consisted of fire breathing lizards which destroy entire cities, this one is either small for its species or the beastmen at the tavern were just talking out of their arses, because while this drake is terrifying, it is hardly "As big as a house!". Still, the monster before me is extremely formidable, larger than any animal I have yet to see.

I may be a little short amongst my peers, but this dragon is still double my height! It stands with its head raised high above me in a way that only a smug feline could glare, and with how it's body glimmers in the sun, I can't help but admire the texture of its body. It has reddish-orange scales with black markings on the very tip of each triangular shaped scute. The scales are thick and immediately remind me of the armour that those knights who passed through my village wore, and with how the scute glint like metal in the sunlight, they are likely just as durable as legend would suggest.

While most of the dragon's body is covered with these reddish scales, the ones running down its neck and undercarriage are a lighter shade of orange that accentuates it's colouring rather magnificently. I can immediately tell how strong its hide is, and not just from how much thicker than leather it appears.

Behind the beast is a long, dexterous tail that thrashes about like that of an annoyed housecat. It tapers off into a rounded point at the end and is almost the same length as its entire body, which in itself is at least the span of two and a half horses! And with how solid its body appears, this beast is likely even heavier than six well fed steeds...

As I look up, almost as if caught in slow motion, my gaze is drawn to the large leathery wings which I find to be in the process of folding along the beast's back. The thick webbing between the four red scaled spines running the length of its wings looks much more supple than the scutes covering the topmost parts of the dragon, but still much tougher than any material I've seen. Their shade is also darker, almost brown in comparison to the rest of its form.

My eyes continue to travel up the long neck of the monster before me and finally land upon its face. Sharp and hard features give this reptile a very masculine look. What I assume to be a male dragon, has a broad jaw and a thick snout that matches his large frame perfectly. Bone-like spines that appear identical to the ones jutting out the tips of wings decorate his jawline and brow alongside four curved horns that protrude backwards over his skull. They are twisted like a goat's, as long as my forearm, and bone white; Perfectly accentuating his already terror inspiring façade.

And his eyes... The eyes of this beast which are looking down upon me, or rather, through me, are perhaps the most striking aspect about him. Adorning his slitted black pupils are a mix of a dominating yellows that blend seamlessly into ruby red shades that line the edges of his iris's like burning flames. They even appear to be glowing slightly in the daylight sweltering overhead. His eyes are keen, calculative, and all seeing, and even with only one glance, I can tell that they hold much more sentience than any feral I've ever seen.

It is only as I am looking directly into the fierce eyes of this monster that my situation finally catches up with me. My sights first dart towards my bag that is all too close to his white taloned claws digging into the grass; Paws which are more than big enough to crush my skull into splinters with one stomp! Right beside my bag is my bow and quiver. I also have a dagger that I mostly use for skinning, but comparing my only weapons to my adversary right now... I think my chances of survival would be much higher if I were to flee instead. My flimsy bow and rusted blade won't do anything to such a monumental beast.

Without much thought, my racing heart guides my next actions. My upper body twists around right as I put all the force I can into my legs and kick off the grass with the haste of a galloping horse! I vault as fast as my feet will carry me and as far away from the drake as speed will allow, but I get only a short distance from the monster before I hear what sounds like his powerful wings unfurling like that of a leather whip snapping; A noise which causes my pulse to spike faster and for my pace to hasten.

As my gaze darts around the plateau in search of somewhere I could take cover, my eyes widen when I spot the river I was looking for earlier, and if luck is with me, perhaps it is deep enough to escape this gargantuan creature.

As I race towards the water, the memory of my friends and I skinny dipping in the lake near my village resurfaces in my mind like a waking dream. While we played many games in and around the water, my favourite was when we'd see who could hold their breath for the longest, and I don't mean to toot my own horn, but I was always able to stay submerged much longer than everyone else; A skill I had one day hoped to use with my lover.

I charge forward with all the urgency of fleeing prey, putting all the force I can into my legs as I hear the frightful flapping of the dragon's wings. A gale of air is whipped up from behind me when the beast lifts itself off the ground, washing over the grass and putting more urgency into my steps, but luckily for me, I've always been pretty fast. A life filled with hard labour and restless days have left my body fit for such a mad dash; More than enough that I know I will reach the river before he gets me, but fear would take my confidence as the heavy flapping of his fleshy wings draws closer and closer with a speed that I did not imagine possible for such a hulking beast.

I start putting everything I have into my sprint, going so far as to lean my entire body forward as my every muscle burns with the efforts of my dash. The river is now just ahead of me. I can see the clear water trickling steadily along the surface, reflecting its depth that I surmise to be more than deep enough for me to escape my hunter, but this moment of premature victory is where my luck would end. A gale-like blast of air that is strong enough to down a tree washes over me right as a deathly grip wraps itself around my body, squeezes all the air from my lungs, and then snatches me from the earth mid-step! My legs kick as if to find purchase, but I watch in horror as my claws rake over the blades of grass and disappear from the ground in one fell swoop!

I am seized in the same way that an eagle would catch a fish, for the dragon wraps his taloned paws around my body in the same motion that he snatches me from the earth! The sharp claws I had thought would surely impale me have instead caged my body without pain beyond their grip. My one arm is awkwardly stretched out beside my face, caught between one of his eight fingers, while the other is pinned to my side. The reptile's hold is so strong that I cannot escape, but still loose enough that I can still breath, and as I watch the ground below me pull farther and farther away, my breath leaves me as he ascends into the sky with untold speeds!

Akira: " AAHH!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs as I watch the world below me fall away until it starts to look more like a painting than anything I'd see in real life. I grab hold of his fingers while gritting my teeth, but nothing can bring me a sense of security with how high above the world we soar.

Akira: "I-I'm fine! I am _FINE!_This is just a dream! A DREAM! When I next open my eyes, I'll be back in the field!" With my eyes shut tight, I scream out my defiance at the reality I find myself in, but as I open them in some vain hope this really is all just some horrible nightmare, tears fill my vison from more than just the cold winds blowing across my face, for seeing the dragon's huge body above me makes the reality that I've been snatched up by a hungry predator just as inescapable as his talons.

A pitiful whine escapes my lips as my body trembles right before becoming limp in the drake's grip. I hang in his paws in the same way that I had held those conies this morning, but after a moment where my thoughts calm enough for me to think rationally, I decide to tempt another look at my captor. The beast has me caught between his forepaws with his gaze aimed straight ahead, whisking me away in the exact same way I had always hoped to elope with a handsome stranger.

As my tear-filled gaze returns to the world below, my tail thrashes and my stomach sinks at seeing how high above the ground we are. Falling to my death would surely be a most terrible way to leave this world, but if I am to believe the tales of the drunkards in the tavern back home, this beast has far more a cruel fate install for me. Would it not be better to continue struggling so that I'm spared such a gruesome end? Yet even as I try to wriggle my arms free from between his fingers, I find his hold to be as strong as steel, so much so that the drake doesn't even pay my attempts at escape any mind.

After struggling for a few moments longer, I realise that there is absolutely no way to get free, that I will instead have to wait for him to land before I have any chance of fleeing. My body once again becomes limp in his talons, but as I look ahead of us, the scene I had once found terrifying becomes strangely beautiful. Has anyone ever been able to appreciate the world from this high up? To soar through the heavens at a speed no beast on land could match?

As my limbs sway with each powerful flap of the dragon's wings, we swoop over the mountain pass I had sought to avoid; Crossing a six-day journey in a matter of seconds. The wind rustles through my fur wildly as we ascend the rugged peaks I had long gazed upon from my village throughout my life, soaring through heights that even birds dare not to fly.

Seeing the summit from this angle is... Amazing. The dark stone of the mountain tops cut through the white clouds like fingers raking through fur, swirling like smoke as the sunlight passes through them. If it weren't for me being trapped by a monster who will surely be the death of me, I would have enjoyed the view, because it is by far the most beautiful thing I've ever seen...

I do not have long to take in these sights, for right as the dragon's grip on me tightens, so too does my voice leave my lips in a high-pitched scream when he folds his wings close to his body and swoops through the clouds with frightening speed! I immediately image that we are about to crash into the mountain side with our blind descent, but right as we shoot through the clouds, my captor spreads his wings out and brings our plummet to such an abrupt end that the air is forced from my lungs!

The pounding of my heart and rattling of my breath conflicts with how seamlessly the dragon transitions into a smooth glide, slowing out descent just as suddenly as he had dived through the clouds, but as my blurry vision clears and my grip on his fingers loosens, I watch in stilted fear as he gently guides us towards an open space set between the towering peaks.

Set between the mountain tops like a basin is an open and very green field. It's perhaps as large as the entirety of the market square back in my village, and covered in verdant grass that is harshly contrasted by the dark rock that cage this area much like how the dragon's talons trap me. The crater looks like a large bowl filled with green soup, especially with how the rugged walls curve inwards, and as we descend lower, more details start to take form.

To the east of the crater is a large flat rock that appears similar in texture to the craig walls it rests against, but far more worn out; Almost similar to stone that's become smooth from years of being exposed to running water. To the far left on the opposite end sits a small pond that's no more than ten paces wide, but what truly captures my attention is the small waterfall spilling out into it from between the rocks. And finally, to the north of this open space is what looks like the entrance to a cave. It is set in the stone-like a gaping maw, and more than large enough to tell me that this drake's den lies within.

As I am enamoured by the sight of an unexpectedly tranquil place being hidden in the mountaintops, I'm barely able to brace myself for our landing, for even though the dragon gracefully circles the area and slows his descent, as soon as his hindpaws touch the ground, so too I am tossed aside like a cum stained rag and thrown roughly to the ground!

I bounce twice before rolling across the ground and coming to a skidding halt with my snout buried in the lush grass. I grimace and moan from the pain of being tossed aside so carelessly, and roll over onto my back while hugging my arms around my torso. My body is battered and bruised in a way I can only imagine feeling after a barfight. I worry that I might have broken a rib with how much pain shoots through me, but as I gasp in my first proper breath, a sense of tentative relief washes over me.

As I struggle to sit up with still hugging my sides, I do all I can to get to my feet before I lose this chase of escape, but even as I stand up on shaky legs, I know that there is no clear way out from this crater. Surrounding me on all ends are towering walls that slope inward and jut towards the sky like spires of solidified magma, they reach higher than any tree and encase me with just as much dread as the dragon's claws once did. The only way out of here is by wing, and unless I can muster the courage to brace the deep dark of his cave and hope for the best, there is only one other option for me.

I'm not granted a moment to consider this, for a few paces in front of me stands my captor, and upon meeting my gaze, he starts strutting towards me with all the grace of a conceited feline. I immediately turn to flee at his terrifying visage, but trip over my own tail in a way that I haven't done since I was a pup. I yelp from the pain of my bruised body hitting the ground, but before breath can even return to my lungs, I find myself look right up at the dragon as he towers over me with a face so murderous that my blood runs cold.

I freeze so deadly still that not a single muscle in my body moves, and not even a trace of thought passes through my mind, for looking up at this goliath of a beast watching me with his calculative gaze fills me with a hundred painful and bloodstained scenarios. Both of his forepaws cage me in on either side of my hips while his chest that is even wider than the largest bathtub I've ever seen hovers right overhead.

I can only watch in stunned horror as he contemplates how best to finish me off. His lips part as he releases a warm gust of air, and for a moment, I imagine him lunging forward and ripping me to shreds with his razor-sharp teeth, but he does nothing more than breath in deeply while tracing his fiery eyes over my body.

I'm only snapped from my daze when the red scaled dragon slowly leans his face closer to me, yet even the sound of my primordial cries of anguish are not enough to hamper this beast, for he brings his snout right up to my chest till there is practically no distance between us. I press my paws against his leathery muzzle in a vain attempt to halt his approach, but even as his nose presses into my tunic and I feel the warmth of his body seep into me, I realise that this is it. I close my eyes while screaming my dying breath, waiting only for his powerful jaws to clap around my fragile body and tear me asunder in one fell bite!

Akira: "..." But after a moment where my life flashes through my mind, no pain greets me, in fact, I became painfully aware of each breath he inhales through his nostrils; The force of which is so strong that it actually pulls at my neckfur.

Peeking my eyes open while my body continues to tremble with fear, I see the very moment that the dragon's lips part as he releases a labour and very meaty breath. Through more than just the gust of air that ruffles my whiskers, the sight of his fangs causes images of death to flash through my mind, but even as I watch a strand of drool drip from his mouth and land on my chest, he does nothing more than inhale my scent.

Is he admiring my smell as if I were some well-seasoned dish? Some well-aged wine? I try to muster the courage to punch him, to perhaps shove my paws in his nose and rip his flesh open, but I am so petrified by his enormity that I can do nothing but watch his nostrils flare with each breath. Despite being relatively free, enough that I could roll over and scurry away, it feels as if rocks were weighing me down, as if his mere presence were enough to subdue my fight.

After one last sniff that ends with the beast snorting, I watch in bewilderment as he pulls away, and even more so as the drake sits down. My gaze follows him as he comes to a rest beneath my feet like a feral dog waiting for table scraps, yet despite the curios glint in his eyes or the momentary relief I feel at being released from his enshadowing presence, I dare not move.

I lay my head back in the grass and shut my eyes as I wait for my inevitable evisceration; Something that still does not come to pass even after what feels like ten full minutes of me shivering in place, so gathering my courage once again, I peel my eyes open and tilt my head down to look at the dragon.

He's just... Sitting there. The overgrown lizard is resting with his forepaws straightened in front of himself in a typical cat-like pose, watching me with his fiery red gaze as if expecting something, and so, with even more trepidation than before, I press my paws into the ground and shakily raise myself into a sitting position without looking away from the best, but even as I move to scoot a little further away from him, he doesn't react further than watching me.

It's in this moment where I realise how similar his digitigrade paws are to my own feet that I can't help but notice the slit between his legs being shamelessly displayed. For a moment, I wonder if my previous assumption of his gender were wrong, but I quickly recall my friend Yoshi, an iguana who has taken over as the village tailor. I've seen him naked enough while skinny dipping to make the conclusion that this drake shares similarities in anatomy.

My gaze quickly snaps to the dragon's face when I realise what I'm doing, and with how stoic his expression is, I cannot for the life of me figure out what his intentions are, but seeing as he isn't immediately ripping me in half, I decided to use this moment to take in my surrounds and look for a means of escape.

To my immediate left is the pond I had noticed earlier. There is a thin stream of water pouring in from the top of the craig walls, not so harshly that it deafens me, but enough to leave the pool clear. I don't see a stream where this water could drain out, so I can only assume that it's deeper than it appears. If there is a hole at the bottom of the pond, it will likely be my best means of escape.

Turning to look on my right, I find that large worn-down rock. It's flat to the point that it looks carved, raised off the ground enough that I'd have to climb to get onto it, and is blacked with what looks to be scorch marks. Compare to the rugged walls surrounding this carter, its smooth surface looks very out of place. So much so that it starts looking like a giant, hatch-less oven; And with all the burn marks across it, I can't help but image the dragon tossing me on it before roasting me alive.

Directly behind where the dragon sits is what I to assume to be the entrance to his actual den. The dark cragged cave holds no answers as to where it may lead. For all I know, there could be heaps of gold stored within. That's what beastfolk say about dragons, right? They hoard gold even more fiercely than the king's tax collectors. Then again, there could be nothing more than the bones of his previous victims lining the cave's floor...

Turning my head to peer over my shoulder, my nose twitches as I pick up a very distinctive scent; One which is instantly confirmed by sight. At the far end of the crater and gathered in one corner are large piles of literal crap. Even from here I can smell the urine and stench of decay wafting from them. Its pungent odour is earthy and heavily reminds me of a communal outhouse. I can instantly tell that the dragon's diet consists of only meat; A realisation which leaves me more and more curious as to why he has not yet killed me ...

Turning back to face the oversized reptile, I find him to be watching me with his head tilted to the side in the same way that a feral dog might regard someone in confusion. I'm not sure if it's through nerves or simply by how unnervingly adorable such an action is, but I find myself awkwardly smiling in return.

It's in this moment where the drake dips his head further to the side that I find my chance for escape within his distraction, for without a second thought, I push myself to my feet in the same motions that I twist my body and make a mad dash towards the pond. I catch the very moment that the dragon's expression shifts to one of surprise, but I try to ignore the consequences of my actions should I fail to get away and race towards the pool of water, and with just as little thought, dive into it headfirst!

Much to my dismay, I hit the bottom of the pond much sooner than I had expected to. The water is thankfully so crystal clear that I can see all corners and crevasses, but as I try to locate where it could be draining out, my heart sinks as I find no opening. With no time to waste, I frantically swim around while tracing my paws across the smooth rocks in search of a current, and when I find it, my dismay turns to desperation when I see an opening between a cluster of stones far too narrow to slip though. I'm barely able to push my paws through the small hole, but try as I might, the rocks have been so heavily set in place through time and age that they don't budge at all!

As I fail to get more than my arm through the hole, I become painfully aware of the reason I'm so desperate to escape, because a large splash is followed by something latching onto the back of my tunic and yanking me from the depths! I scream while flailing like a fish out of water and reach back to grab at what I now realise to be the dragon's snout pressed into me, but as my finger pads brush against his dagger-like teeth, I'm quick to stop my futile struggle.

With my knees curled into my stomach and the excess water now dripping from my fur, I hang from his mouth with a foreboding sense of dread. The first thing I imagine is that he will snap his neck back and toss me into the sky before nabbing me mid-air and digging his razor-sharp fangs into my flesh, that all it would take is for this drake to tilt his head backwards for my life to come to an abrupt and unforgiving end...

With my heart pounding in my ears and my breath caught in my throat, my scream becomes strangled as tears spill from my eyes, but as I feel the dragon move, my despair is quick to turn to confusion when he plants me back on the ground right beside the pond. As soon as I feel his lips leave my tunic, I can't stop my body from moving to dive back in the water, but as soon as I try to lunge, the monster snarls fiercely and stops me dead in my tracks.

While still on my paws and knees, I turn to look up at the dragon like a pup caught doing something bad, and with how telling his gaze is, I'm immediately reminded of the disappointed face pa would give me whenever I got into trouble. Seeing this beast with such an expression is almost comical. I can practically hear him asking: "What do you think you're doing?", yet despite his critical glare, I can barely contain my urge to flee.

I am pulled from my hopes of finding a wider drain within the pond when a sharp wind blows through my fur and causes my entire body to shiver from the cold. Not only is this bitter wind born out of the depths of winter, but the altitude makes it bone rattling, and with my clothes now drenched in water, the howling wind feels like blades lashing at my skin.

I momentarily give up on my attempts to escape in favour of curling into myself with my arms wrapped around my body, but as another gust washes over me, not even the warm sun can contend with the harsh cold piercing into my bones. My body is heavy with how much water soaks my fur, and with how I start to tremble, I immediate regret diving into the pond.

I sneeze something fierce, and while that causes another shiver to run through me, I jolt in place at seeing the dragon get a fright at the sound; So much so that he actually takes a step away from me.

Turning to face him as I tremble in place, I'm surprised to see the drake watching me with that same curious glint from before; A look I'm not sure I entirely like very much, however, I'm not able to try and make sense of what he might be thinking, for with a snort that reminds me of a feral horse, I watch him turn around, take a few steps away from me, and then spread his wings out dramatically before lunging into the air! The blast from his ascent is enough to compete with the hash cold of the wind, but seeing him take off into the sky and disappear from sight leaves me completely stumped.

Akira: "..." I just sit and watch the dragon as he fades into the distance, left confused and shivering in the wake of his abrupt departure.

I immediately return my gaze to the pond and briefly consider diving back in, but with how cold I am and how that dragon seems to have no concerns about me escaping, I quickly decide against it.

Turning my sights back to the bright blue sky, I click my tongue and scowl at where I last saw the overgrown lizard. Did he really just snatch me up and drop me off at his home like some snack he's keeping for later? Cursing the dragon as I get to my trembling legs, I hug my arms close to my body as I unsteadily walk away from the pond and towards the centre of the field where the sun is brightest and unobscured by the enshadowing walls.

As I sit in the now wet grass, shivering and swearing the dragon under my breath, times passes at a crawl as I contemplate my precarious situation. I'm so cold and downtrodden that I don't even have the willpower to try and find a way out through the cave, so much so that I return my scowl skyward, angry that this reptile didn't even have the decency to kill me.

I'm not sure how long I sit in the grass with my knees pressed to my chest and my snout buried between them, but my ears twitch at a very familiar flapping sound that marks the return of the beast. Looking up as I shield my eyes from the sun, I watch the dragon descend from the sky and find myself measuring him out better than I did before. He's a couple paces longer than a horse drawn carriage from the tip of his snout to the base of his tail, and slightly thinner than the width of a double bed from shoulder to shoulder.

Despite his arrival very well signalling my demise, I just watch him as he lands ahead of me with a heavy thud, and this time, it's me who tilts my head in confusion, for clasped between his lips is an old looking log that is all but crumbling under the pressure of his jaws. The dragon gives me the shortest of glances before trotting over to that large flat rock and sets the tree down in the middle of it. My frown only deepens as he looks over his shoulder at me with what could almost be described as a beckoning smile.

Shakily getting to my feet in case I need to flee again, I'm half torn between backing away and seeing what the drake is up to, but it's as I fail to decide that I find myself jolting in surprise, for when the dragon turns to face the log again, a blue glow emanates within his neck right before a bright blue flame is expelled from his mouth! The sound and sight is so intense that it almost whistles as the fire pours from his puckered lips!

He bathes the felled tree in this beautiful blue hue that reminds me of a winter's sky and sets it ablaze in a matter of seconds, and when he next looks over his shoulder, I find myself stunned by not the almost proud look on his face, but that I can actually see the corners of his lips pulled into a smile. I immediately worry what his intentions are, because despite the alure of the flickering flames, I can't help but imagine him roasting me alive over the fire.

I'm snapped from my thoughts as the dragon turns around and starts sauntering up to me in the most casual of ways, and despite what could rightfully be seen as a friendly approach, his footfalls are like that of impending doom, for with each heavy paw that draws him near, the image of being burnt alive becomes more vivid in my mind. I turn to flee, but fear has left my body more sluggish than the cold, for without even being able to take two steps, the drake snatches me from the floor like a lazy cat catching an injured mouse.

Despite the yelp that escapes my lungs, no pain greets me when he raises me from the ground. I quickly realise that he's grabbed me by the neckline of my tunic yet again, and while I'm thankful that it's my clothing being torn and not my flesh, the feeling of his drool running down my spine causes another whimper to spill from my lips.

Unlike before, I don't fight, I just hang from his mouth like a corpse as he carries me towards the now burning log, and as we draw closer, I can't stop my feet from pulling away despite how much I accept my own demise. "THIS IS IT!" I think to myself as the fire comes close enough to lick at my fur, "Roasted alive in the maw of a dragon!", but even as I scream out what will surely be my dying breath, I cannot escape the anguish fuelling my thrashing!

My cries of death are quick to turn into a startled hiccup, for when his jaws part and I start falling into the fire, I fully expect to feel unbelievable pain enveloping me, but as I land on my butt and bend my tail awkwardly, I find my eyes widening in confusion. Instead of the flames I had expected to roast my flesh, I am met with solid ground. I blink, utterly baffled as I see the fire raging not two paces from me, and after a moment where I realise that I'm not dying, I find myself tilting my head up to look at the dragon. Our eyes meet and he gives me what I can only describe as a satisfied huff before walking around the log and seating himself on the other side.

Akira: "..." Watching him in absolute confusion, I look from the dragon to the flickering flames and back again without a clue as to what is going on. Is... Did he do this... For me? No. No, no, no. That's... That can't be right. Drakes like him aren't that intelligent, are they? Or I mean, why would he even show me such a kindness? Perhaps he just doesn't want to eat a sopping wet meal? Maybe his reasons for warming me are a lot more sinister than they appear...

Looking once more through the smoke lidded flames, I find the reptile's gaze to be set on me with all the intensity of the burning fire. I may be filled with more confusion than when I had first realised my attraction to males, but the alluring warmth before me is far too much to resist, so with the most cautious of movements, I slowly shuffle a little closer to the burning log and sigh out in relief as my rattling bones finally stop shaking.

A pleasurable shiver runs across my skin as the heat begins to penetrate my wet fur, and after raising my paws and exposing my black pads to the flames for a moment, I rub them together and enjoy this short movement where even the worry of death escapes me. Although... With how soaked my tunic is, I become painfully aware of how long it will take for me to dry properly.

Side eyeing the dragon who I find to still be watching me with that curious gaze of his, I consider the ramifications of what it would mean to undress in a situation like this, but with how inviting the flames are, it takes me only a few short moments before my longing for warmth wins out.

Standing up and doing my best to ignore the attention it brings me, I remove my clothing till I'm in only my loincloth, and despite how much I try to control the urge, I can't stop myself from shaking my body in an a-typical canine fashion.

Carefully laying my clothes close enough to the fire so that they won't burn, I take a moment to frown at the large holes in my tunic before sitting in my previous spot. Not only is being fully exposed to the flames even nicer than any hug I've ever received, but they're starting to warm the rock up enough that even the puddle around my butt starts to evaporate.

As I soak in the warmth, I continue to cast curious glances at the drake who has yet to turn his attention away from me, and while it's a little creepy to be stared at by such a large beast, I can't stop the words that next fall from my lips.

Akira: "Uhm... Th-thanks. I guess..." I'm not sure if he can understand me, or if I should even be thanking my captor, as I have absolutely no idea what his ultimate plan is, but he thankfully doesn't react negatively to my voice.

Sitting in the uncomfortable silence for a moment longer, with only the crackling of the flames and the howling of the wind, I find myself focusing on the dragon once again and decide to try figure out his intentions.

Akira: "So... What are you doing? I mean... Are you planning on eating me or not? I don't understand why you're warming me up if you're just planning to kill me, it doesn't make any sense..." I get no response from the drake other than him tilting his head to the side at the sound of my babbling. Heh, I'm actually not even sure what I would do if he did respond. Would that be better or worse? I'm not sure my rattled nerves could handle a talking feral...

I turn away from his piercing gaze uncomfortably, sitting in the silence of my unanswered questions while I try my best to figure out a way to escape this beast. Sure, he might be allowing me to get warm by the fire right now, but how long until it's me that he's setting aflame and munching down upon?

Looking over my shoulder and then up to the sky, I find that it's become much later than I had first realised, and with how little I've eaten all day, it comes as no surprise when my stomach lets me know of its disapproval. Damnit! I'm really craving for those rabbits I left behind. They smelled so juicy and delicious... I should have just eaten them while I had the chance!

Turning my attention back to the flickering flames, I find myself unable to escape the gaze of my captor. He is looking at me with the same type of contemplative gaze that he did before bringing this log here. If he could understand my need to become dry, would he realise my requirements for food too? What would happen if I asked him to get my bag for me? I could REALLY go for some roasted rabbit right now... But even if he understood me to that extent, wouldn't it just be better to ask for my freedom instead?

As I become lost in thought of how sentient feral animals are capable of being, and also finding myself unable to stop salivating at the thought of those conies roasting over these flames, I'm snapped back to reality when the dragon suddenly stands up without breaking eye contact. I gulp nervously, fearful of what he might do, but as my stomach releases another groan of hunger, I watch in confusion as the drake walks around the fire, steps off the flame warmed rock, and waltzes towards his cave in a lazy stride.

Akira: "..." Huh? Is he... Turning in for the night? Damnit... I thought for a moment there that he might actually be getting me a meal... Perhaps he isn't as intelligent as I thought? But then again, why would he get me food even if he understood my hunger? You don't feed your food... Right? Or, I mean, my family and I did do that with the sheep we slaughtered, so maybe that's not such a wild thought?

Wait... Could _that_be why he hasn't slaughtered me yet? Is this dragon perhaps treating me like actual cattle?? Or maybe some kind of... Pet? While the idea of living my life out in this crater as his plaything is preferable to death, I'm not sure that it's much better than being eaten alive. In fact, such a meaningless existence sounds even more hollow than taking over my family's business...

Before I can delve deeper into such terrifying possibilities, I am caught off guard by a loud and meaty " Thwack!" right beside me, and despite jumping to my feet in preparation to flee, I release that the dragon has dropped something heavy on the stone. Looking down at what I quickly understand to the carcass of a deer, I blink in confusion as my nose twitches at the smell of blood.

Akira: "Is... Is this... For me?" I ask stupidly while looking at the puncture wounds the drake's teeth have left in the torso of the doe, and from what I can smell, it would appear that this animal has been dead for at least a day.

Looking up at the dragon as if expecting an answer, I find him to be regarding me with curiosity as I try to communicate with him. Yet despite me gesturing to the animal to emphasis my question, we just stand there is silence as his fiery yellow gaze drills into me, and after the moment becomes long enough to be uncomfortable, he snots as if frustrated that I'm not reacting how I should.

As he lowers his head, I find myself taking an involuntary step back, but as the drake sinks his fangs into the deer's flesh and causes the carcass to ooze another gush of blood, I can't help but cringe from the sound of her bones breaking. He bites down for only a short moment before nudging the doe towards me as if encouraging me to accept his gift. However, the act only leaves me gaging. Seeing his razor-sharp teeth tear into her flesh like that and break bone without even trying puts into full prospective just how powerful his jaws are, and despite being somewhat assured that he's not going to kill me right now, I can't help but imagine this is how I will look once he gets bored of my company...

Nervously looking at the dragon, my hesitance on how to respond collides painfully with my discomfort, and after another awkward moment where I fail to accept his offering, the large beast leans down once again, and using just his snout, pushes the deer's carcass right up against my feet; A feeling that is so horrible I can't stop myself from jumping away and waving my paws.

Akira: "Woah, woah, woah! I c-can't eat it like this. I'm not able to digest raw meat like you." Looking up at his face as I try to explain the problem, I find him to be regarding me with an even more baffled expression than before. If it weren't for his snout being covered in blood I might have found his face to be comically cute, but right now, it's outright terrifying.

Akira: "Look-" Gesturing to the deer between us and the burning fire, I raise my paws to my mouth and pantomime a chewing motion, hoping that such a universal motion won't be lost on him.

Akira: "I can't eat this deer unless it's cooked." Pointing to the doe, then motioning to my mouth, and finally to the fire again, I shake my head and shrug my shoulders, hoping that this drake won't misunderstand my unwillingness to eat raw flesh as me being ungrateful.

Much to my surprise, he doesn't get angry, instead, I watch in shock as he imitates my gestures by tilting his head towards the deer, to the fire, and back to me, almost as if doing so would help his lizard brain make sense of my words. It's actually really sweet to watch something so big struggle to comprehend my thoughts, but after repeating my gestures once more, I nod as if to encourage him, and much to my disbelief, I watch as the drake raises the carcass from the pool of blood and gently lays the doe right on top of the burning log!

I stare at the deer's limp carcass in utter disbelief, but as her fur catches fire and skin begins to darken, cognition flashes through my mind just as fiercely as the flames that lick her skin.

Did I just... Communicate with a dragon!? I cannot contain the smile that spreads across my face as this weird sense of accomplishment rushes through me, but as the blackened smoke hits me, my nose curls alongside my stomach at the odour of charred flesh.

Well... I should have thought of that. I mean, it's not like there is any way for me to cook the venison properly, but hopefully the burnt parts won't taint the rest of the meat too badly. I'm sure this big dragon will have no problems eating whatever I don't anyway.

As the doe roasts in the flames, the dragon huffs as if finally satisfied with my elated expression and moves to sit to my left, and despite his new proximity, I decide to join him. I'm smiling like an idiot, and not because of the feast I'll soon be having, but because I'm amazed at having communicated with this feral animal. Sneaking a peek at him, he's also watching the deer burn, but with far deeper a gaze than before. I'm not sure what he could be thinking about, but seeing how lurid his eyes are, it deepens my own thoughts...

We sit like this for a while, but by the time the doe's carcass starts to char, I decide to try once again at eliciting the dragon's help, and after pantomiming for him to pull the cervid from the flames, I'm not as surprised when the drake complies and leans his head into the fire and yanks her body out till it lays between us. My face is pulled in such a wide grin the entire time that my cheeks actually start to hurt, and as he turns his expectant gaze to me, I have this incredible urge to pet him like a feral dog I've just succeeded in training.

Scootching closer to the now cooked deer, I pick at her blacked body with my claws and wish I had my dagger with me. The meat is still warm enough to burn my paws, but as I look for an acceptable piece to eat, I can tell that much of her body is very much raw within. Through the puncture wounds littering her frame, I can see that some of the pink organs inside are intact and uncooked, but these gashes in her flesh are the perfect areas for me to dig my fingers between. Ripping out decent piece of meat that is only slightly burnt, I start juggling it between my paws while trying to cool it with my breath, but as soon as I can hold it without flinching, I can't stop myself from sinking my fangs into the venison and moaning in delight.

Damn~! Why does it tastes so good?? I ate last night, so I can't exactly blame my hunger, but there is something about this meat that just tastes better than normal. Chewing on the venison with a happy hum, I swallow down the slightly burnt flesh and sigh out in contentment before looking at the dragon sheepishly.

Akira: "Uhm... Th-thanks. This is actually pretty good." I give him the best smile I can, but my expression falls directly after as the drake tries to imitate my grin. I know he doesn't mean for it to come across to terrifying, or, at least, I hope he doesn't, but seeing his fangs on full display causes my heart to skip a beat and for me to uncomfortably turn my attention back to my meal.

What in the WORLD have I gotten myself into... He brought me to his home, warmed me with fire, and is now feeding me. Could this dragon really be planning on keeping me around as his pet? I mean... It almost seems as if he were trying to learn my customs with how he imitated my smile. Does that mean I no longer need to worry about him mauling me? My instincts tell me to run as far away as possible, but looking at his face as he watches me eat, my heart tells me that perhaps this beast is simply lonely...

A while goes by where I simply contemplate my situation while ripping out pieces of meat, but even as I become full, I still can't come to a conclusion. I motion that I've had enough and that he can eat the rest, but my gesturing must not be enough for him to understand, for after he release a sibilant, bark-like sound, he turns his attention back to the flames and joins me in basking in their glow. I'm not sure if I'm becoming used to his presence or simply assured that he won't kill me, but I relax as I enjoy the feeling of a full belly.

Time passes slowly as we watch the flames flicker and burn, and with how content the dragon is with simply sitting side by side, it helps to solidify my belief that this guy is more than likely just lonely. And while this whole situation is messed up in so many ways that I can't even begin to count them, there is something strangely nice about dwelling in this companionable silence.

The flames do eventually start to die down, and when they do, I'm immediately left wondering what I'm meant to do. What I'd really like is to ask this dragon what his intentions are, but other than not knowing how to pantomime such a query, I'm also hesitant to find out the answer, and as strange as it may be, I don't yet wish to break this sense of trust I'm slowly building with him.

I sneak another peek at the dragon and find him doing the exact same thing as me. I quickly look away as if I were caught staring at my crush, but no amount of clearing my throat is enough to disguise the embarrassment staining my snout. Gods... This situation really brings back some awkward memories of the time I tried to befriend that malamute who moved to my village a few years ago.

I clear my throat once again as the lingering taste of sinew clings to it. A mug of ale sure would be nice right about now, but I doubt even this resourceful dragon would have a keg on paw. Looking over my shoulder towards the pond, I turn to the dragon who is still watching me, and with a nod towards the water, I hope that he doesn't think I'm trying to escape again.

Akira: "Uhm... I'm just going to get a get a drink, so..." I trail off as I realise that he doesn't understand the paw gestures I make, and after shaking my head and standing up, I decide to head to the pond. I'm sure he doesn't care what I do so long as I don't try to run away, so why am I trying so damn hard? This is fucking crazy! He's a wild BEAST! He doesn't understand social customs. Heck, most of his interactions with me are more than enough to tell me this.

My mind reels with stupid thoughts as I kneel at the edge of the pond, and after drinking a few pawfuls, I'm surprised at how different it tastes. It's almost... Sweet. Perhaps it has something to do with the altitude? Or maybe a mineral in the rock? Either way, it's incredibly thirst quenching.

Wiping my muzzle dry with the back of my paw, I sigh out while looking up at the sky and realise that it's rapidly changing colour. Peering over my shoulder at the dragon, I fully expect to find him hovering nearby, but he's simply watching me from a distance like a parent overseeing their pup. I'm thankful he's given me this moment alone, but seeing how casual he's being about me running around his front yard is makes my thoughts run wild.

After one last sigh, I stand up and start walking back to the "Campfire", but as I do, my brows furrow in confusion, for not only do I see the drake standing on all fours where I once sat, but he's watching the flames that are now flickering wildly. There is dark smoke rising from the log, and I briefly worry that the wood may have gotten so wet from the deer's blood that it will die, but it quickly sparks back to life and eases my concerns.

The dragon turns to look at me, and if I didn't know any better, I would think his expression to be guilty, almost as if he were caught doing something wrong, but with how he casually returns his gaze to the flames, I decide to shrug it off, yet as I make it to his side, I immediately notice that something is missing...

Akira: "Where are my..." My eyes search the area around his clawed paws, but I come up short, and as I turn my gaze to see what he is looking at so intently, the realisation of what caused that plume of smoke becomes painfully obvious.

Akira: "W-what!? M-my CLOTHES!!!" I bark out in panic as I see my tunic and trousers engulfed in flames, and without thinking, I try to reach in and grab them, but as soon as the fire licks at my paws, I reel back in seething pain. Clutching my arm as I watch the remnants of my outfit burn into ashes, I can barely believe what he's done.

Akira: "W-why would you do that...? What's wrong with you!?" I shout in frustration, and in a fit of rage, punch the dragon right in the ribcage, but I immediately regret it, as he turns to me with his lips pull back as a threatening snarl rumbles deep inside his chest.

I skitter backwards in fear of my life, but trip over the deer's corpse and land painfully on my tail! Despite the hurt shooting up my spine, my gaze flies upwards, fully expecting to find the dragon to punish me like a misbehaving pet, but I watch in relief as he gives me one last scowl before huffing out a breath and retuning his sullen gaze to the flames. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I have even more questions than before, but as I turn my attention to my belt which is the only thing left burning, a whimper escapes my lips for an entirely different reason.

Fuck... I was _seriously_starting to think differently about this dragon. Why the HELL would he burn my clothes? I mean, he understood how cold I was, right? And judging by the almost proud look he has on his face right now, it was clearly intentional... Fuck. Night is falling quickly, and if this winter wind is cold now, then I'm going to freeze my furry balls off by midnight!

As I seethe with frustration, the dragon casually returns to a sitting position, yet despite my anger bubbling in my chest to the point I want to scream to the heavens, I foolishly follow suit while burying my snout in my paws.

A painfully quiet silence spawns between us, and so much time passes where I'm lost in thought that I don't realise how late it is until the fire starts to die. Hours descend upon us just as harshly as the cold that creeps in, and by the time nightfall comes, my previous fears come back to light.

With my legs pressed into my chest and my arms wrapped around them, I shiver in place as I sit curled up in front of the now dead log. I curse the sight of the embers sizzling away, swearing under my breath as the reality of freezing to death becomes far more threatening than my captor. I've long since given up on figuring out this dragon's intentions, for only his lizard brain could justify why burning my clothes in the same fire he used to warm me was such a good idea.

I'm not sure if he intends for us to stay out here all night, but I've been holding in a pee for a while now, so much so that it's starting to hurt, but I'm a little nervous about using the area he marked as his lavatory, and not just because I can smell the putrid stench from here, but I'm worried that I may overstep my bounders by essentially "Marking" it with my own urine, but after a few more minutes pass, my need for relief becomes too dire and I resign myself to whatever consequences this may bring.

Not wanting to anger the dragon by urinating elsewhere, I uneasily walk towards the area he uses to relieve himself. Inhaling the deepest breath I can before I draw too near, I rush towards the mounds of crap and pull my sheath out from my brown loincloth and try to do this as quickly as possible.

I shiver as soon as the warm piss leaves me prepuce, the contrasting heat from within my body and the encroaching cold of night evidently clear by the steam that rises from my golden stream. I'm sadly not able to hold my breath long enough to finish, and as I exhale, I quickly press my nose into the crook of my arm to try and spare my sinuses the hellish stench, but it doesn't help...

The breath I take is so filled with his musky odour and the putrid smell of waste that I immediately gag. The first thing I think about is rotten eggs and fermented meat, but even remembering the stench of food going off cannot compare to this penetrating stink. It's difficult to keep my arm folded across my snout while simultaneously trying to force the pee out faster, and with each gagging breath, I fear I may make matters even worse by throwing up everything I ate.

The stench is so bad that I actually become dizzy, but as soon as the last droplets fall from my sheath, I hastily shake and shove it back into my undergarments before turning to run from what smells even worse than the communal outhouse in my village, but before I can re-join my most ungracious host by the long dead flames, I freeze a few paces from his dumping grounds as I notice the dragon walking right towards me.

I quickly worry that I have angered the drake by relieving myself here, but as he passes me by unperturbed, I turn to watch as he strides up to the area I just marked, sniffs it, then turns to face me with his tail raised and legs spread. I'm momentarily confused about what is going on, but as I hear a gush of liquid and see a thick stream escaping from what I can only surmise to be his genital slit, I quickly turn around in embarrassment as I hear his urine pelt the grass.

I cringe at the splattering noise and find myself walking away without even realising it, but that's still not enough to save me from the warm smell of his piss, for the acidic, almost tangy odour of his urine latches onto my sinuses so powerfully that it drowns out any other smell. While it's caustic enough to cause my face to scrunch up, there is something strangely enticing lingering under the initial tones; It's almost spicey, like nutmeg or cloves. I'm not certain if it's from his diet which must consists entirely of meat, or if this is just how a dragon's urine smells, but I'm simultaneously repulsed and enticed by it.

Even though I walk far away enough to no longer inhale the stench of his dumping grounds, the odour of his piss lingers, having burrowed itself into me as if trying to claim me just as fiercely as the dragon who abducted me, yet before I'm able to regain my composure, my body stiffens when something wraps around my midsection and yanks upwards! I immediately thrash at the sudden loss of gravity, and even though I'm quick to realise that it's the drake who's holding me in one paw while walking forward on the other three, it doesn't help to assuage my unease.

Akira: "H-hey, what do you think you're doing?" I try to pose my query as calmly as possible, painfully aware of how quick he is to anger, but looking up at the reptile as he hobbles forward bears no results. He simply continues to strut forward while holding me close to his chest.

Sighing out in resignation, I fall limp in his paw and allow my arms and legs to flop about as the drake carries me towards the entrance of his cave. Although our last interaction has left me a bit uneasy, couldn't he have just nudged me towards his den? Does this mean we're going to bed? Heh, despite how awkward this is, I can't help but chuckle at how comical this must appear. I kinda feel like a doll he is taking back to his room, and as funny as the image may be, the reality is far sadder.

Passing through the threshold of the enshadowed entrance, the dragon traverses deeper before my eyesight can become accustomed to the darkness, but as it does, I'm not granted much of a chance to look around, for we reach the end of our journey much sooner than I expected. He gently places me on the ground before brushing past me and flops down just ahead, leaving me blinking in confusion as my surroundings start to become more visible.

The cave is exactly how I had expected it to look. I'm stood in a dome-like hollow that is made up entirely of the same dark, rough stone as the walls outside. It's no bigger than the inside of the tavern back home, and devoid of anything other than what constitutes for a draconic bed. He is laid in a rounded space that's just barely sunken into the floor, it kinda resembles a really shallow bowl. His "Bed" is littered with what appears to be hay, and as I draw closer to inspect it properly, I think to myself how much more it looks like a bird's nest than the mounds of gold I had expected to fill this den. This beast is certainly much more different than I had first judged him to be.

I shiver as a strong breeze blows in from behind me and causes every strand of fur to stand on end. I immediately wrap my arms around my bare torso and step into his nest properly, immediately glad for the soft hay beneath my pads. The dragon is currently taking up about a third of the hollowed-out bed, resting on his right side with all his legs stretched out and his spine curved into the shape of the nest; A sight that heavily reminds me of how a pet cat would sleep.

Looking at his face, I find the drake's eyes to be closed and for his breath to be steady, and despite how he's basically invited me to bed with him, I can't help but feel hesitant to lie down, but after another moment of uncertainty, one in which I had hoped he would open his eyes and give me the permission I so desperately seek, I find enough courage to curl up between his outstretched legs. Not exactly close enough to touch him, but still not so far that I'm laid the edge of the nest.

Laying with my back to the dragon, I rest my head on my right bicep while looking out at the world beyond. The entrance is small enough to stop most of the wind from reaching us at the back of the cave, but still wide enough that moonlight starts to bleed inside.

Closing my eyes and trying to settle in for the night, I fight against the many thoughts invading my mind, but with how hectic a day I've had, it doesn't take long for my exhaustion to take over, and as I drift off with thoughts of my parents, I wonder to myself if I'll ever get the chance to see them again...

Akira: "!!!" I am ripped from the comforting thoughts of my family as a scaly paw wraps itself around my torso and pulls be backwards till my body is pressed against the dragon's broad chest! I stiffen at the sudden embrace, but as his grip loosens and he allows his paw to lay over me in the same way that a lover would cuddler their partner, I find myself frozen in place as my eyes trace over his large, clawed fingers.

With my entire back pressed into his bulky body and the top of my head resting in the crook of his neck, the cold from before is stolen from me completely, and not just because of the weighty paw laid across me like a scaly blanket, but because his body is far warmer than I had initially thought. Craning my snout upwards, I look to his face as if to find an answer in his expression, but the drake's eyes are still closed and breath steady, and it's in this moment where I become aware of how different his scales feel from a saurian's, so much so that I find myself willingly sinking into his embrace.

I've not had a chance to appreciate the other times he's touched me, as they were mostly rough and brutish, but as I lay against his furnace-like chest and focus on each deep inhale he takes, I can't stop the stupid smile that begins to spread across my face. I'm not sure if it's how gently the dragon is embracing me or if it's simply the warmth of his boiler-like body, but laying against him like this is absolutely heavenly~

Each breath shifts my frame ever so slightly, and with how toasty his frame makes me feel, my thoughts of escaping are subdued as I sink into the almost hypnotic sensation. The comfort of being held so tenderly against the dragon's surprisingly soft underbelly is more than I could ever have expected to get out of him; I bet this is how it feels to be held in a lover's encompassing embrace...

Pressing back into him as subtly as possible, I close my eyes and focus of each heavy breath he takes, but it's in this moment that I notice the thumping of his heart. It pulses in his body like a steady drumbeat, further hypnotising me into this unexpected sense of safety. It beats steadily in his broad chest like that of a comforting voice lulling me to sleep; A sound which steals me from this world faster than the dragon himself ever could.

Who would have thought that this is where I would have ended up when I started my journey? To find myself in a dark cave, on the top of a mountain, and held tenderly in the arms of a ferocious beast, slowly being lulled to sleep by his shifting frame and beating heart? And while my own heart is filled with apprehension, this blissful feeling is almost enough to make up for him stealing me from a life I had sought to create. Almost...

~Day - II~

My eyes slowly flutter open to the sight of shifting shadows, and as I yawn while sitting up and stretch my arms above my head, I find myself pausing when I feel how prickly the bed I lay upon is. As I try to blink away the grogginess, my paws brush over the ground and find it to be covered in a dry, rustling blades of what feel like grass. Rubbing my eyes as I struggle to figure out what's wrong with my bedroll, reality hits me harshly when I remember that I'm not out in the wild anymore...

Akira: "..." Looking left and right as my hackles fluff up, I find myself to be alone in the dragon's den. Where he is or when he had left is unknown to me, so standing up on wobbly legs, I take one last moment to stretch my body before cautiously walking out of the cave. Looking up to the bright sky as I breath in the much less musky air, I cover my face from the harsh rays of daylight and squint up at the sun to figure out what time it is.

Akira: "Hmm... It can't be more than three hours before midday..." Looking around in more sleepy a haze than I've felt in a long time, I find myself feeling very lethargic, yet strangely... Satisfied. I'm not sure if the exhaustion catching up from having walked for six days straight, or if it was from falling asleep against a warm body, but last night was probably the best sleep of my life.

As I release another yawn and look around for my cuddle buddy, I find the crater to be completely void of life. While wondering where he could have disappeared to, a pressure in my stomach causes my tail to twitch and for my gaze to involuntarily turn towards the dumping grounds, and as much as I dread the idea of being exposed to those fumes again, I cannot resist the call of nature. I do my business as quickly as possible before scuttling to the pool. The stench was actually making me feel drunk, but after splashing my face with the freezing cold water and having a drink, I start to regain my breath.

I sit at the water's edge for a moment longer before deciding to clean the muskier parts of my body. The water is as cold as winter's touch and causes my jaw to tighten with each pawful I splash myself with, especially when it hits my tailhole. My tail fluffs up to double its size as the water feels like thousands of frozen needles stabbing me, and as much as I hate this, I've not had a chance to clean myself since I left my village.

After a brisk and bracing bath, I rush towards the rock where we had lounged yesterday, hoping beyond hope that it has absorbed enough heat form the sun to warm me up. I'm a little surprised to find the deer still laying where I had left it, more so that its carcass hasn't attracted flies, and after a moment where I inspect it for rot, I peel off a chunk of meat and dig in. It's surprisingly still pretty good. A little cold, but pretty taste. I wonder if the altitude has anything to do with the lack of insects up here? Either way, I'm grateful to have something so nice to start my day off with.

After stuffing myself to the point of regretting it, I sprawled out on the smooth surface of the rock and bask in the sun as it slowly warms me and the stone up. I guess this is my life now, huh? My existence has been reduced from a hopeful adventurer seeking romance to the pet of an overgrown lizard. I have no idea where he has gone, and with how lazily I watch the clouds shift through the blue sky, I can't help but feel like a dog waiting for his master to return.

Chuckling to myself as I somehow find humour in all of this, I question how my journey could have gone so horribly awry. I mean, I might have been able to accept such an existence if it meant living under the rule of a wealthy and handsome lord who'd fulfil my every desire, but for the fact that I'm instead waiting for a fire-breathing dragon and not anticipating the return of a strapping and well-endowed male who I would have happily worshiped, I find myself both amused and incredibly conflicted.

Closing my eyes and snickering mournfully, I start to entertain myself with my own imagination. Ma must be out in the pen at this hour, doing the late morning check-up on each sheep, whole pa is likely out at the market already, getting supplies we might need or trading off meat and wool for coin. This is probably the first day of my entire life that I have not had a single thing to do, and it feels... Weird. I'm a little antsy with nothing to occupy my paws. Though... This sensation is more than likely born from me being subjected to the will of a beast whose intentions I cannot distinguish.

It takes a little while for me to actually start enjoying my free time, and despite the little voice in the back of my head screaming that I should be trying find some way out of this crater, but my thoughts become lost in the clouds shifting overhead as a hundred different scenarios drift through my mind...

I only realise that I've fallen asleep when something nudges me and forces my eyes to open, and as my blurry gaze clears, the first thing I see is the rounded surface of a large and scaly snout hovering right over my face! I'm momentarily stunned to be awoken to the sight of such a large muzzle, but as the nostrils flare and sniff at me, reality returns to me in a blood chilling shout!

Akira: " Ahh!" I bark out in surprise while scuttling out from beneath his imposing form, and despite the abrupt nature of my movement's, the drake simply watches me as if I have lost my mind.

Akira: "D-damnit! You scared the shit out of me." I stutter through a huffed breath as my hear pounds in my chest, but once the initial shock wears off, I take another glance at the dragon who appears completely unperturbed.

Akira: "Err... Well, h-hello there, uhh... Dragon. Where did you go?" The reptilian menace looks at me with obvious confusion, so I try to pantomime my question by gesturing with my paws to the sky, and much like yesterday, he seems to perk up in recognition.

Raising to stand up straight, the dragon reaches for something at his side, and as he turns, I am met with the sight of a freshly slaughtered deer which he promptly spits it out right in front of me. It's as I watch the blood trickling from the puncture wounds in the animal's side that I notice a new log has been laid over the ashes of the previous one. Looking around his side for the charred remains of my morning meal, I find the marks of blood where it once rested. I'm not able to question if he ate it or not, because seeing what could rightfully be described as a proud expression on the dragon's face makes me realise that he must have spent the entire morning arranging this.

Akira: "Oh! Uhm, wow... So, like, I guess you went out on a supply run then?" I try not to blush while asking this, but with how he shifts on his forepaws, I can clearly see he is excited. Realising that this drake is actually looking after me like a pet is as adorable as it is worrisome, but with how his face practically beams at my expression, I can't help but smile.

The dragon must notice my own excitement, because his lips twitch into a smile before he puckers them, turns to face the log, and blows out a stream of fire. The sudden heat causes me to step back, but in a matter of seconds, the tree is set ablaze, and when I see the large fella leaning down to pick up the deer and more than likely throw it on top of the flames, I quickly stop him before he can.

Akira: "Woah there, big guy. Do you think we could maybe skin this thing beforepaw?" It's as I'm saying this that I realise it's not my words that he understands and more my actions, and so, I do my best to imitate the action of peeling the cervid's fur back, but I can immediately see the gesture is lost on him. The drake tilts his head in confusion and I have to once more repress the urge to smile at how cute he is. Repeating my intentions by slowly dragging my claws over the deer's fur, I end the demonstration by slashing across the corpse, and with how he smiles, I think he finally understands what I mean.

I take a step back as soon as the drake presses one of his paws agaisnt the buck's neck and presses down, so much so that I hear bones cracking, and as he raises his other forepaw, I'm surprised that the dragon actually looks to me as if seeking approval, but after a nod to assure him, I jolt when he swipes down and cuts four gaping holes right into the deer's torso!

Uhm... Right. I guess that is what I was pantomiming for him to do, and other than trying to use my own claws as a substitute for a blade, I have no idea how else I could skin it. The action is probably too foreign to try and explain to him anyway, but this is still good. It wasn't so bad yesterday after all.

With a proud smile, the large reptile places the buck on top of the burning log and we return to a familiar position side by side while watching the beast go up in flames. While the animal's flesh cooks, I decide to speak to the dragon this time around. I know he doesn't understand me, but perhaps with enough communication, he will eventually notice some key words?

Time passes pretty quickly with me blabbering on about anything that comes to mind, enough for the deer to cook properly, or well, burn enough to eat, and after gesturing for the drake to pull the buck from the flames, I start stuffing myself silly with its crispy flesh while continuing my chatter. He once again doesn't join me in my feast, and since the other corpse is missing, I can only surmise that was his lunch, but he doesn't seem bored with me as I talk, in fact he seems to be trying his hardest to make sense of everything I say.

It's... Strange. I've only been here for a single day and already it feels like we've developed a bit of a routine, but what worries me about all of this is how willing I am to accept my predicament. I mean... What can I really do in my position? There is nothing I could use to help me scale these towering walls, no trees to climb or rope to fashion, and getting violent with him won't do me any favours. Perhaps I'm scared that he might get fed up with my antics and gobble me down before looking for a more obedient "Pet"? And I mean... This isn't so bad... Right? I am well fed, warm, and despite his lack of a vocal response, I do in fact have good company. This could be much, much worse than it is.

Sitting side by side as the day continues to pass, I find myself pausing in my chatter to admire how the dragon's scales gleam in the sunlight. His glowing eyes are set on the fire, reflecting their radiance and revealing to me just how much is actually going on behind them. He seems to constantly be thinking about something profound, almost as if he were musing over my words. I wish I could understand him better, but for now, this is still nice...

Akira: "Hey, uh... Dragon? I've been thinking... Would it be alright if I gave you a name?" Tilting his head in that familiar canine fashion, the drake regards me with amusement, almost as if he were expecting another tirade of words.

Akira: "Like... I've just been calling you "Dragon", and it kinda feels a bit impersonal. I mean, you probably don't even have a name, right? But would it be cool if I gave you one?" He watches me with that same stoic expression of his, a look that had filled me with fear yesterday, but now that I'm getting to know him, I know that his stare isn't born out of malice.

Akira: "Hmm... Well, how about something simple then? You are a beast of plain tastes after all~" I chuckle while gesturing around his sparsely decorated home before moving to rub my chinfur as I think about this more seriously.

Akira: "Something strong, but elegant enough to express your kind heart... Maybe something to represent your red scales?" He puffs out a breath from his nose at my suggestion, and I know this is all probably in my head, but I take the snort as the dragon declining such a notion.

Akira: "Alright, alright. How about... Hmm..." I close my eyes and concentrate on remembering any names I've heard over the years before and one rings true.

Akira: "How about "Ry?za"! Its strong, masculine, and pretty much says all anyone would ever need to know about you!" I start prattling on about what a perfect name it is for him, but I catch myself mid-rant, for the dragon looks at me with an expression that is so tender that it actually warms my snout with blush. I can't help but recall how pa used to give me this exact same grin whenever I used to get too excited about a subject I found fascinating.

Akira: "Very well then!" I clear my throat as I stand up and dust off my loin cloth in an attempt to be more presentable before shoving my open paw towards him in what quickly becomes a failed pawshake, but I've become so lost in the moment that I don't even care.

Akira: "Well. It's very nice to meet you Ry?za! My name is Akira~ I do hope we can be good friends!" To my astonishment, Ry?za stands up and imitates my gesture by raising his paw. I don't hesitate in taking one of his clawed fingers into my grasp and very gently shake it up and down as I beam at the dragon who in turn looks completely baffled by the motion.

Akira: "_Heehee~!_This means we are friends now, Ry?za. And I know you don't say much, but if you need help with anything around here, don't hesitate to ask, alright? I'm a strong lad, so you can count on me!" I know he can't respond, and I doubt I'd be able to assist him even if he could ask for help, but I really do mean every word I say.

Realising how overexcited I've become, the blush on my snout deepens enough that I can actually see it, so sitting down as casually as I can, and after he joins me, and through a decent amount of hesitation, I carefully shift a little closer till I'm able rest head rests against his arm. He doesn't complain, and despite doing my best to contain my excitement, I find my paws exploring his scales after a few minutes pass.

I've always been a little more desperate for affection than most folks, and perhaps I am getting a little carried away by considering this feral beast as a friend, but... I always used to hold myself back from becoming too familiar with anyone I knew in my village; Too scared to overstep my boundaries with them. I didn't want them to think I was coming onto them by being affectionate, but with Ry?za... I don't know. It feels right to do this with him; He's not going to judge me or become uncomfortable with me.

What I should be worried about is that I'm becoming so comfortable with my newfound home that the idea of escaping hasn't crossed my mind since breakfast, but I mean... What are my alternatives? My heart does indeed long for a deeper purpose than becoming a dragon's pet, but perhaps being snatched up by him was life's way of trying to tell me something...

Being stuck in my village for all those years left me feeling desperate, like I didn't really have a chance at living a full life there, but as I sit side by side with my newly made friend, surrounded by walls even more confiding than the forest encircling my village... This somehow seems less repressive. I'm not sure if I've just gained a new perspective on life because I truly did think I was going to die yesterday, but this is... Really nice.

It's not that I've given up on my dreams of finding a reason to exist in this world beyond living, to find a purpose I can be proud to have, but maybe... Just maybe, I need to bide my time and try to enjoy what life is granting me right now. Who knows what the future could hold if I'm patient?

~Day - III~

Last night ended in the same as the first. After spending a few hours chilling out in front of the burning log, we both relived ourselves, side by side this time, before retiring to bed, the only difference was that I had _willingly_snuggling myself up against his warm body, and boy oh boy was it nice~! I was still a little worried about Ry?za possibly rolling over and crushing me during the night, but the evening thankfully went without incident.

I wonder if he is considered large or small for his species? I mean, everyone spins these tales about monstrous dragons with bodies as large as a barn and claws as wide as my thighs, but Ry?za is so different from all the terrible things I've heard that drakes supposedly do; Disarmingly so. I could in all probability, with enough time and training, mount his back and ride him like a horse.

My morning has passed much like it did the day before. I emptied my bowels, cleaned my musky areas, ate some of the leftover deer meat, and became lost in my thoughts. I even found a little rock that I've been using to sketch out pictures on the wall by our usual relaxing spot. All of which are tall tales of Ry?za and I going on adventures together across the lands beyond this place.

Heh, I wonder if that could ever become a reality? Perhaps I could train him to the point that we could actually explore the world together? While my original plan was to one day leave this place, to sneak away once I've garnered enough of his trust, imaging how sad Ry?za would be if I left hurts my heart so much that I've been considering my future in a way that I never thought possible.

I mean, we've only just_becomes friends, and I also know that I become invested waaay too fast, but things with Ry?za just feel... Different. Almost like he's the first _real friend I've made. Not to downplay any of the relations I've had with the beastfolk I grew up with, but I've just never connected with them in the same way that I am with this dragon, it almost feels as if...

No. No, no, no! No way! I can't start feeling like... That, towards him... Right? I mean... I've heard about beastfolk having sexual relations with ferals before, but this seems far too out there, even me! Firstly, he's a dragon. Secondly, he is my abductor! I can't start having those types of thoughts about him...

I am pulled from my conflicting emotions as the sky darkens, and looking up, a smile spreads across my muzzle when I see my friend descending from the clouds. He lands with a resounding " Thud!", bringing with him the same supplies as always. My grin broadens as I stand to greet him, and once he drops the provisions to one side, I hug him by wrapping my arms around one of his forelegs and pressing my face into his chest, and after squeezing for a moment, I stand back and smile up at the drake.

Akira: "Welcome home Ry?za. Did you have a good day?" He huffs in response, his handsome face perfectly expressing that his search was much more tiresome than normal. I nod in understanding and watch as he tiredly walks up to the carcass from yesterday and raises it from the ground, and while I fully expect to see Ry?za bite the buck in two and swallow the halves whole, I blink in confusion as he flings the deer's corpse over the wall!

Akira: "..." Well... So much for thinking that he finishes off my leftovers. Now I feel even worse for that buck dying only to provide two meals. What a waste... Why doesn't he eat it? I mean, he pulled the first doe out from his cave... Perhaps Ry?za can't digest cooked meat? Does that mean he first hunts for his own food before finding mine? I look at his shapely gut for any indication of it being full, but it appears just as solid and as firm as usual.

I am snapped from my thoughts when the dragon sets the new log aflame and rips the deer's flesh open before casually chucking it atop of the fire. I quickly join his side, and as Ry?za slumps to the floor, I make myself comfortable against him. He's laying half stretched out beside the log, and with my back against his chest and his belly exposed to me, I can't stop myself from rubbing it in a comforting gesture.

Akira: "Ahw, shame, big guy, are you tired? Looks like you had busy day." Ry?za grunts in response but doesn't dissuade me from stroking his warm scales. There is no denying the smell of musk he carries today; Clear evidence of the effort he put in while hunting. His scent is spicy, very earthy, and extremely complex. As I inhale his masculine smell, I can't stop my gaze from dipping between his legs, and even though I can't see anything more than the lips of his slit, I can tell that the virile odour of an active male is strongest around his groin, a thought that causes my sheath to twitch in response.

Shit... No. This can't be happening! It's bad enough that I'm becoming attached to this dragon, I WON'T allow myself to become aroused by him too! This is just... It's not normal... Right? I'm just lonely, and he's been nicer to me than most beastfolk in my life, I need to focus on something else...

Despite my thoughts and emotions conflicting with the power of a storm, I don't stop caressing his scales; From guiding my paw up and down his expansive body while he grunts and huffs. Hehe, Ry?za seems to particularly like it when I rub his belly, almost as if he were some overgrown doggo~

We sit like this long enough for my conflicting feelings to become subdued to the point that I turn around and use both paws to massage him properly. The lighter shaded scales filling out the entire underside of his body are much softer and more malleable than the thicker, more armour-like ones. I don't have much experience with saurian beastmen other than the friend I had back in my village, but the likeness between Ry?za's scales and Yoshi's are frighteningly similar. Albeit, the dragon's body seems far sturdier. Even the softer parts of him.

As I sit crouched on my knees with my paws roaming across the firm yet still pliable surface of the drake's stomach, I estimate his midsection to be around the size of the dining table in my home. I could probably lay on top of him and use the dip in his ribcage like a bed. Hehe~ I wonder how Ry?za would feel about me sleeping on top of him tonight?

Despite doing my best to keep my inhibitions at bay, I've been unable to stop myself from becoming aroused as I caress this monumental beast's body. The smell of his virility, the feeling of his warm scales, the power in his muscles... It's just too much. My loincloth is tented between my legs, and even though Ry?za is laying with his head aimed away from me, I can't stop worrying that he's going to turn and see my shame, but as I next return my attention to his gut, my nose twitches when I smell something very distinctive...

I haven't noticed it till now, but the dragon's scent has steadily been growing stronger the longer I massage him, and while I first thought it was simply from being this close to him, I catch sight of something shiny and red in my peripherals, and as I turn my gaze between Ry?za's legs, my eyes widen when I hone in on the source of his pungent odour.

Peeking out from the thick lips of the dragon's genital slit is the head of his scarlet red penis. It's coated in a thin layer of precum, and now that I'm looking directly at it, I don't know how I hadn't noticed this familiar musk until now. It would seem that the attention I'm giving him has not only been affecting me.

I jolt in fright when Ry?za moves, and despite my surprise, I quickly realise that I've stopped massaging his belly in favour of watching his erection push free from his slit, and as I look over my shoulder, fully prepared to find a disappointed look on the drake's face, I'm relieved to find that he has only moved the deer from the flames, and even as he returns to his previous position and actually spreads his legs wider as if inviting me to continue, I find myself conflicted between watching his still growing erection and my awaiting meal.

It takes me only a second to make up my mind, and gulping through my hesitance, I allow my paws to gingerly slide a little lower down his stomach. I start to gently knead my way closer and closer to his groin, watching in fascination and arousal as his draconic cock continues to push free from within his body. His penis looks very similar to a canine's in shape and texture. It's tapered at the tip, becomes thicker and rounder just below the head, and then slims out into a shaft that is about as wide as my wrist. He isn't fully erect yet, but I'm going to assume he might even have a knot at the base of his dick.

His phallus is plump, juicy looking, and a deep shade of red that appears just as spongey as my own. The only difference between our dicks, other than his monumental size, is that he has round nubs lining the underside of his shaft. These bumps are about as big as butter beans and are spread a fingers width apart. I can't help but imagine how pleasurable they must feel popping inside a stretched-out hole...

As Ry?za's pulsing cock reaches full mast, my previous assumptions are made clear when I see the deflated knot at the base of his shaft. There is little space between my paws and his dragonhood now, so much so that my fingers keep twitching as if encouraging me to grab it. His penis is ridiculously big. It's perhaps the length of my forearm, and just as thick, and with how large his knot already is... Gods. It must swell to the size of a grapefruit when he orgasms!

I am snapped back to reality, not because my paws reach out to grab at his throbbing dick, nor because I understand that his pheromones are clouding my thoughts, but because Ry?za growls as if impatient for my touch. The odour that had clouded my mind dissipates for the briefest of moments, but long enough for me to realise what I'm about to do, and with a large amount of regret, I withdraw my paws and close my eyes as I release a heavy breath and try to regain my focus.

Once I reclaim control of my lust, I glance over my shoulder and worry that Ry?za could very well be pissed off with me trying to touch his dragonhood, and simultaneously terrified that he might encourage me, and as our eyes lock, I find his wearing an expression I can only describe as smug. He's grinning in a lascivious way that more than tells me he is happy to have me explore his body.

This look in his eyes is the last straw, for whatever ambivalence I once held is stolen from me just as quickly as my gaze returns to his cock, and as I reach out with shaky paws, my finger pads brush along the underside of his slimy, precum soaked dick for the very first time. It immediately pulses in response and spits out a huge glob of translucent precum that dribbles down the side of his shaft. I nervously look over my shoulder as if to find assurance that this is really alright, and upon finding Ry?za looking at me with lust lidden eyes, I can practically taste how much he wants this; Perhaps even more than me.

Discarding any reservations I may have about becoming intimate with a feral animal, I shuffle closer and prop myself up on my knees and take his large shaft into both paws as it is meant to be handled. As soon as my fingers curl around his penis, Ry?za humps into my grip and I lose my balance, and with my paws pressed into his groin, I look over my shoulder to find the dragon watching me with an apologetic expression. I guess that thrust was born out of instinct, because if I didn't know any better, I'd swear his snout is painted with blush.

Chuckling sheepishly, I nod in understanding and return my focus to his massive cock and wrap my paws around it once again, and even though I feel his hips shift in what I think will be another hump, Ry?za remains still and allows me to drag my palms down his shaft, to his deflated knot, and then back up to the thinner tip without throwing me from his lap.

A deep rumble resonates in his chest like that of thunder, a clear sign that the drake is enjoying my touch. My paws are already soaked in his viscous fluids with only one pump, and while there are a lot of similarities in texture, his precum doesn't just smell stronger than my own, but it feels much stickier. It's incredibly potent and reminds me of that strange stuff pa bought me for my birthday a few years ago. He called it "Coffee", and despite that stuff being just as bitter as it's earth scent, there are so many complex smells in Ry?za's odour that the sweet tones mix with the spicier ones and lure me in just like how that coffee did once I had added honey to it.

As I make another pump from the tip of his penis to the fat knotted base and back again, I draw out another deep, bassy rumble of pleasure from Ry?za. A smile spreads across my lips at being able to entice such a sound from him. I've never touched a dick, other than my own, and while I was apprehensive about doing this with a feral, I couldn't be happier that he will be my first.

Ry?za's penis is perfectly shaped, for every curve is as sensual to touch as it is to look at. Caressing the thick veins that pulse beneath my pads and feeling his spongey flesh depress beneath my grip is as alluring as the vivid red colour of his cock, and as I inhale his deeply intoxicating scent, I feel the last of my resistance fade as Ry?za's pheromones take a hold of me.

Wrapping my fingers as far as I can around his girth, I experiment with how tightly he likes my grip, how forceful he enjoys each pump, and after only a few strokes, I find myself jerking him off much harder and faster than I ever would my own dick, but with this position I'm in, it kinda makes balancing on my elbows difficult, more so when instinct once again compels Ry?za to hump into my paws, and without much surprise, his bucking becomes too much for me to control. I suddenly lose my grip and am thrown across his stomach!

With my face now buried in his warm scales, I press my sticky paws into his gut, raise myself from his body, turn to look over his expansive chest, and as soon as I catch sight of the dragon's worried expression, I find myself unable to stifle a chuckle that escapes my lips at his worried expression. Shaking my head as I slide off his stomach and move to stand at his side, my gaze momentarily returns to Ry?za's pulsing cock before I turn to smile at the drake.

Akira: "Alright, big guy~ How about I make myself more comfortable so that I can take care of you properly~?" Feeling a little more confident, I undo my loincloth and allow it to crumple at my feet, and even though I can feel his eyes dipping to my erection, I stop my tail from curling around my waist and allow the dragon to admire my body. I've never been the biggest guy around, something that others are clearly able to see with how small my sheath and nutsack is, and comparing myself to this gargantuan beast makes me feel even more self-conscious, but I try to conceal these feelings and give Ry?za the sexiest wink I can muster.

Akira: "A-alright~! I'm going to climb on top of you so that I don't fall off, so just.... Trust me, okay?" I say this while patting his chest and tracing my paws along his smooth underbelly, but receive nothing more than a huff in response.

Taking one last moment to mentally prepare myself, I breathe out a deep sigh and press my paws into his body before throwing my left leg over his side and straddle him as if he were a horse. With my butt pressed into his gut, I stretch my legs out and press my feet into his inner thighs, and after wriggling around a bit, I find myself rather comfortable and sturdy enough that I doubt I'd fall from his lap even if he were to hump into my paws. Tracing my fingers along his scales, I rake my claws across his belly and look over my shoulder one last time to make sure I'm not hurting him in this position.

Akira: "You doing alright there, Ry?za?" I ask this while shifting around, but he doesn't flinch. Heh, my weight probably feels like nothing for this behemoth. My tail is a bent a little with how I'm sitting in the dip of his ribcage, but as I lean forward and allow it to lay across his chest, I find myself in the perfect position to pleasure this dragon.

Reaching for his throbbing erection with hungry desire, I grip his shaft with both paws right above the deflated knot and am about to continue wanking him, but being this close to Ry?za's musky dragonhood causes my mouth to salivate. I can't resist the sudden urge to taste him, and while keeping my grip firmly on his cock, I lean forward close enough to feel the heat of his dick infect my ragged breathes, and with trembling lips, I flicker my tongue along his dripping tip and get my first taste of his virility.

Ry?za's precum is unsurprisingly salty, slightly bitter, and just as spicey as it smells. That sweet undertone is there too, playing upon my palate like nectar as I lick his gooey fluids from my lips. Going in for a second taste right after, I wrap my flexible tongue as far around his shaft as I can and am immediately rewarded with a huge glob of precum. I quickly lap it up and swallow the viscous juices as if I were suckling the last drops of honey from a decanter. I find myself humping and moaning into Ry?za as his intense flavour amplifies my own lust and solidifies his hold on my mind stronger than the pheromones infecting me.

Fuuuck but he tastes good! Do all dicks taste this nice? I could easily become addicted to this flavour~ I immediately want more, so affirming my grip on his shaft with both my paws, I lean down and start lapping at his tapered tip while pumping up and down his shaft with a ravenous kind of hunger I've never felt.

As I suckle on his pointed head like a starved calf, my paws slide up and down his slick draconic meat without much resistance. Twisting and squeezing, I tug his cock while kissing and licking his pulsing penis with untamed lust. My movements may be slightly awkward from how much my arms are trembling, but Ry?za moans sibilant growls with each pump I make, more than telling me that he's enjoying my touch despite my inexperience. There is something about hearing his deep voice filled with so much pleasure that spurs me. Feeling it rumble up my backside and travel through my body sends waves of pleasure through me in an unexpectedly submissive fashion.

While I had felt enamoured by his masculine scent earlier, gulping down Ry?za's potent precum has left me completely intoxicated, and with how stiff his dick starts becoming and the ever-growing knot, it's more than enough to tell me what I need to know. I start jealously jerking him off with one paw while slipping the other one around my own erection in hopes that I can get myself off alongside the dragon.

I'm so pent up, so sensitive, that it takes all my concentration to not spill my seed all over his belly after only one stroke, but with Ry?za becoming more vocal and now actively humping his hips into my paw, my attention is torn between my own pleasure and making sure that I don't lose my balance.

His penis is now constantly leaking a steady stream of his spicey, honey-like precum directly into my mouth, and I swallow every spurt just as desperately as I wank him, but as his spongey skin become as hard as rock and every vein starts pulsing, I know that I'm about to receive something even tastier.

Releasing my own cock in favour of wrapping both my paws around his now fully engorged knot, I push Ry?za over the edge by squeezing it as hard as I can. His bitch-breaker rapidly swells till its larger than my fist and pulses so powerfully that I actually lose my grip, and with how precariously I am balanced on his belly, it comes as no surprise that when he next humps into my loose grip, I am sent flying forward, but tightening my grip before I'm sent flying, I find myself slamming right into his furiously spasming penis with my pelvis and reach my climax right as I feel the cum surge through his cock.

I throw my head back and howl toward the sky as loud as any feral wolf, but my voice is drowned out by Ry?za's thunderous roar! With our stiff cocks pressed right up against each other, I literally feel the rush of semen travel through the dragon's dick as it sprays from his tip, and with how powerful the ejaculation is, is explodes from Ry?za's cock with the force of a geyser! Thick ropes of white semen erupt from his pulsing cock as my own climax rattles my frame just as fiercely as the still bucking dragon. I grip a little tighter to try keep my balance, but squeezing down on his knot only proves to amplify his pleasure, for Ry?za's body tenses as I force an even more powerful ejaculation from his dick!

My mind washes over in white as waves of pleasure course through, and in the throes of my orgasm, I make the mistake of turning my snout downwards, partially through curiosity to see the next ejaculation rattle through him and also to see how our cocks look pressed together, but as soon as I do, I'm hit directly in the face with a torrent of hot dragon spunk! I splutter and gasp immediately, half choking on the gush of cum that washes down my throat and half relishing in such a debaucherous act, but as the taste of his virile spunk hits me, it triggers something in my mind, for the thought of drowning on his semen doesn't even cross me as I open my mouth wide and welcome in the wave of sticky milk.

Between swallowing his jizz and riding out my own climax, I become consumed by each sensation so fiercely that it feels as if my very soul leaves my body, but as my orgasm starts to taper off, I realise that Ry?za is far from done, for as I move to masturbate him once more, his cock pulses harder at the new stimulation and starts shooting scaldering hot cum even more fiercely!

My body moves through lust, for I shift my ass backwards so that I can lean down, wrap my lips around his throbbing penis, and start gulping down as much of the honey-like nectar that I can, but each shot is so forceful and so plentiful that is squirts from the sides of my mouth and gushes out my nose with surprising force, yet I'm so consumed by his flavour that some part of me feels willing to drown on his baby batter if it means that I can extend this ecstasy.

I start bearing down on his pulsating knot in an attempt to squeeze every drop of semen from his cock, and Ry?za's body responds with each caress and each stoke, breeding my mouth like a feral animal caught in a rut. I moan whorishly alongside the drake's rumbling growls, but as I feel his climax start to die, so too does the torrent-like waves of cum slow to a trickle; Yet still I gulp. I suck and slurp and drink down his salty juices like a calf nursing, unwilling to allow this moment to pass.

I'm not sure how long we remained like this, with my wet stomach pressed against his gut, my paws squeezing his knot, and my lips wrapped around his tapered tip, but his once seemingly never-ending orgasm comes to an end, and no matter how much I suck, his penis is far too spent to reward me with anything more than a few lazy twitches that signify he's finally done.

I reluctantly pry my lips from his still pulsating cock and watch as long strands of cum and saliva connect my maw to his sperm covered dick. I'm panting just as heavily as the dragon who huffs out each breath beneath me, but after a few seconds where I'm able to catch my breath enough to think straight, a smile spreads across my muzzle and I teasingly give the dragon's dick one last jerk before flopping backwards and laying spread out across his body in glee.

Akira: "F-fuck ... Th-that was... Am-mazing." I'm barely able to stutter this out, but as I pat his side as if to assure his reciprocation, all I get in return is a tired grumble from the still huffing drake. I'm reclined on Ry?za with my head propped up by the bottom part of his diaphragm with my legs splayed out to either side of his still hard dick that is now resting against my own.

It's as I'm looking at his draconic cock twitching against my belly that I notice just how distended my stomach is. Part in curiosity and part in disbelief, I lazily flop a paw against my gut and shake it side to side, but immediately stop when I hear the sloshing coming from within. It doesn't take much to understand that my stomach is filled with so much cum that I'm actually bloated from it, and while such a thought should be worrisome, something about knowing that I'm stuffed to the brim with Ry?za's seed inspires in me a carefree joy that escapes my lips in a pup-like giggle.

Akira: "Heehee! Looks like I had dessert before dinner, huh? Oh well~ It was definitely worth it. Did you have fun too~?" I ask this while reaching between my legs and give his fat cock a few more lazy jerks, eliciting a grunt from the still panting dragon.

Akira: "Heh, I guess you're sensitive too?" I release his stiff penis and allow it to slap against my belly before sighing out and slumping into the dragon completely. I am absolutely DRENCHED in his seed, so much so that I doubt I'll ever be able to wash away the smell. Nothing sticks to fur like cum, but right now, I don't have a single regret.

Soaking in the afterglow of my first sexual experience, I smile while gently rubbing Ry?za's sides and just take in this moment where I listen to his thumping heartbeat and each motion of his haggard breathes, but as the semen in my fur starts to cool, the sticky feeling goes from erotic to repulsive, and despite wishing that I could lay here for an eternity, I push myself from his equally as crusted body and sigh while gathering my strength to stand up.

Akira: "Alright, big guy. I need to clean myself before the fire dies or I'll freeze to death. As kinky as it sounds to sleep covered in your baby batter, I'd rather cuddle against you without knotted fur." Slipping off his side, I'm barely able to find my footing with how weak my legs are, but once I do, I laugh tiredly while patting the still exhausted drake.

Akira: "I'll be right back. You just relax, okay~? And don't even THINK of eating my deer~" I tease with a cheeky flick of my tail, one that makes me aware of just how soaked in cum it is, and with one last pat, make my way towards the pond and begin the arduous task of washing myself.

~Day - IV~

Yesterday was... Amazing. Absolutely amazing~ After having washed myself in the pond, I had returned to find Ry?za giving himself a tongue bath, and while I wasn't surprised at such a feral solution to being soaked with sperm, I was taken aback by how flexible he is. While Ry?za's long neck certainly aids in his reach, I was most surprised by how limber his bulky body can be.

After making myself comfortable beside the dragon, I soaked in the warmth of the fire as he continued to clean himself, and even though my belly was swollen with his spunk, I found myself idly munching on the deer; The strong taste of his semen actually complimented the briny flavour of the venison. It kinda reminded me of the salted pork ma loves to make, but far better~

The only complaint I have about yesterday is that after returning to Ry?za's side, I found that my loincloth had joined the same fate as my other clothing. I watched, almost in amusement as the remnants of it burnt against the log like a discarded cum rag. I didn't even bother complaining though. I should have expected it after the stunt he pulled before. Not that I'm really complaining, for other than the cold which I'm sorta getting used to, being naked all the time is liberating in some strange way.

Another new thing to add to the list is that I slept on top of Ry?za last night as opposed to next to him. He laid down on his back with his wings spread out and looked at me expectantly, almost as if inviting me, so how could I resist~? I practically slotted into place when I made myself comfortable on his belly, almost as if I were born to fit against him, and while I have no issues with wearing his scent, I smell just as heavily of sex as I had expected. Sperm is NOT easy to wash from fur, especially without soap, but other than a few patches where I found some congealed cum stuck in my coat, I did a pretty good job considering my lack of supplies. And... In some strange way, it's kind of comforting to wear his smell, especially since I woke up without Ry?za again.

Nothing about today has been different from any of the others. The drake leaves sometime before dawn, I wake up alone, and then go about my business. Well, I guess the difference is that today I find myself missing him a whole lot more... I've become worryingly addicted to his warmth, his smell, and even his touch... I fear I may be turning into the very type of pet he had sought to find in me...

I spend much of my day just lazing about, scratching out more pictures on the wall, and daydreaming about Ry?za, so when the sky darkens and I hear his wings flap, I jump to my feet, start bouncing in place as he lands, and immediately run up to the dragon and wrap my arms around his chest. What surprises me is not that he welcomes my embrace, but that he actually reciprocates it! Ry?za leans his head down to nuzzle me while wrapping a paw around my back and pulls me closer. The affectionate greeting helps me feel even closer to him, and after he disposes of the day-old carcass, lights the fire, and roasts the new doe, we make ourselves comfortable side by side.

We stay like this for hours, with me reclined against Ry?za's stomach as I tell him stories about my village and all the things I've heard about the world, and even though the drake remains as stoically silent as ever, he seems more than happy to hear me ramble. He does give the occasional grunt, almost as if acknowledging my words, idly scratches himself, and even pulls me a little closer to his frame, and while this isn't exactly what I had planned for my future, I find myself feeling truly happy for the first time in my life...

We stay cuddled up by the log even after the flames die, but once night rolls around, we relieve ourselves at his dumping grounds and retire for the evening. I am currently laid splayed out across Ry?za's stomach, idly tracing my claws over his orange scales and watching his tender expression as he croons at me.

Akira: "Hey, Ry?za? I was thinking about what we did yesterday, and... D-do you think we could do something like that again?" I feel a little guilty asking for something more, especially so soon, but he is literally the only thing I've been thinking about the entire day, and I guess smelling his pungent odour tainting my fur has made it difficult to not think about sex either...

He obviously doesn't understand my words, and as he tilts his head in confusion, I once again cannot contain the giggle that leaves my lips, so after propping myself up on my elbows and resting my head in my paws, I seductively wag my tail side to side and carefully move to brush my toes against his slit. The recognition in his yellow eyes is immediate, for Ry?za perks up and looks to me with obvious interest; Smiling ever so slightly.

Akira: "Hehe~ I'll take that as a "Yes" then~?" He sits up properly as I speak, essentially spilling me from his stomach, but as I move to stand, the dragon stops me by gently pressing a paw on top of my chest and looking down at me with an almost predatory gleam in his eyes. His gaze practically screams: "Don't move". I don't, and upon seeing my compliance, a smug grin pulls at his lips while Ry?za adjusts my legs till my knees are raised and my feet pressed firmly into the hay. I'm briefly confused by this position he manoeuvres me into, but with my chin on my chest, I look down at him as the drake leans forward and presses his large snout right against my genitals!

I gasp at the sudden contact, but having him nuzzle my sheath and practically sniff my entire package up his nostrils makes me realise that the dragon intends to explore my body much like I did yesterday. It's a little hard to relax with Ry?za crouching down on his forepaws and his rearend raised in the air, because he honestly looks like a predator preparing to pounce, but I do my best to calm my racing heart and enjoy his attention.

The dragon between my legs inhales my scent as if I were the most delicious thing he has ever smelled in his life, but as soon as his scaly lips part and he experimentally licks my fuzzy nuts, I cannot contain the moan that leaves my throat. My cock is already half erect with just this, and despite hoping that he will suck me off, his attention is drawn to something else.

Laying on my back with my legs spread to either side, my breath catches in my chest when I feel his long, wet, and extremely nimble tongue drag over my taint and find my virgin hole nestled between my cheeks. I'm given no chance to realise what his true intentions are, for Ry?za starts lapping at my tailhole in languid licks! I gasp at the foreign sensation and can't stop my legs from wrapping around his snout, and with how this offers him even better access to my backdoor, the drake wastes no time in more fervently rimming me.

Akira: "Sh-shit! Fu-AHH~!" Feeling his warm pink tongue lap, poke, and slather my anal ring in his spit is unlike anything I could have imagined. Long have I dreamt of a burly male fucking my hole with this tongue, but nothing could have prepared me for just how intense it would truly feel.

Ry?za becomes more incessant in his licking by raising my ass a little higher from the ground and starts bearing the tip of his tongue against my puckering hole. I barely have a chance to get used to this new position with only my shoulders pressed into his nest, let alone come to terms with the idea of being rimmed by a dragon, because with just as little warning, Ry?za forces his slippery serpent past my resistance and pierces my virgin hole!

My face flushes with heat and my voices leaves me in a whorish moan as my mind goes absolutely blank with pleasure. Being penetrated by the tip of his tongue that feels only slightly thinner than his dick leaves me paralysed to all else. I'm not even entirely sure what I'm feeling. Pain? Discomfort? Pleasure? I simply feel nothing more than his searing hot flesh wriggling inside my asshole, but as he starts to slide it a little deeper, he forces breath back into my lungs as lust overtakes all thought.

Akira: "Ahh~!" My legs tremble erratically as his wet length slips further inside me while his hot breath washes over my rounded cheeks. Ry?za is being very careful with how deep he inserts his tongue, for he only slips it in a little before pulling out and repeating the motion. Almost as if he were aware that he can't just force my body open; Not something I would expect a feral to understand.

Shit... I can already feel myself drawing close to cumming and he hasn't even started! The combination of Ry?za's meaty breath washing over my underside, his intoxicating musk steadily growing stronger, the feeling of his scaley lips brushing over my fur, and having his warm tongue delving deeper and deeper into my rectum is filling me with a type of pleasure I have never known.

The reptile's tongue is amazingly nimble. The sensation of it bending and twisting inside of me, wriggling side to side as he lathers my anal walls with spit is even more intense than the orgasm I had yesterday. I don't even care that it starts to hurt when Ry?za becomes a little more forceful by shoving the thicker parts of it into my resistant depths, for each caress, he wipes my mind of all thought and fills me with nothing but ecstasy.

It doesn't take long for Ry?za to meet resistance, for despite my asshole being stretched so wide that it feels as if his entire tongue is inside me, he grunts in displeasure at my sphincter's unwillingness to accept his entirety, and much like a feral caught in a rut, decides to use brute force to break past my limits.

Ry?za goes from a steady motion of tonguing me to ravenously sliding his slippery serpent in and out of my pucker with abandon! He starts pillaging my ass and sends sparks of pleasure though me that feel like literal bolts of lightning surging through my veins, for my legs curl tighter around his face as my voice cries from my lips in feral cry I can't contain. I'm not sure if it's this new pace or simply because my innards are becoming soaked with his saliva, but I feel my anal ring stretch wider and wider with each thrust.

As my dragon continues to shove his fat tongue deeper into my anus, I thrash about as if caught in pain, and despite the twinge of discomfort lingering after each insertion, I dare not beg him to stop. My skin feels as if it's been set aflame with how much pleasure rushes through me, and when I feel his tongue press down against what I assume to be my prostate, my knot rapidly swells as he forces me right over the edge!

Akira: " AAAHHH!!!" I howl so loudly that I become deaf to everything else. All I can focus on is bucking my hips against his face as my cock spits out ropes of cum so fiercely that each ejaculation actually hurts! My balls pull so close to my body that it feels as if they were pulling into my pelvis, and I'm screaming so loudly that anyone would think that I'm being mauled to death, but with my legs wrapped around Ry?za's snout and his tongue bearing down on my love button, I ride out my orgasm in waves that alternate between mind-blowing pleasure and thought stealing euphoria.

Ry?za seems to understand that pressing down on this lump of flesh in my ass is amplifying my pleasure, for he bears down on it even more heavily and practically starts forcing the cum from my balls! It becomes so intense that I fear I may pass out, but even as the last spurt of spunk shoots from my dick and my trembling frame refuses to give him anymore, my dragon doesn't let up for a single moment. He continues to incessantly bury his tongue deeper into my bowels until my cries of pleasure devolve into groans of discomfort.

Somewhere between forcing me to cum and my climax receding, Ry?za has moved to wrap his paws around the underside of my thighs and pin me in place to the point that I can barely even move. I try to get him to stop by patting his snout, to just give me a moment to catch my breath, but he seems to be so absorbed in my taste that he has become blind to all else, and despite each brush of his tongue making me feel so overly sensitive that my spin prickle with pain, I find myself remaining painfully hard.

Akira: "R-Ry?za ..." I whimper out his name while slapping at his nose a little more forcefully, but he is so focused on delving as deep into my depths as possible that he only growls out in response. My pucker is stretched so painfully wide that it feels as if he's tearing it open, but nothing I do can stop the drake from having his way with me, for he turns my pain into pleasure with each incessant thrust.

My broken voice echoes out across the hollow walls of Ry?za's cave while soft growls rumble in his chest with each insertion he makes; Caressing the deepest reaches of my body with his nimble tongue as his hot breath washes over my twitching frame with a feral kind of hunger only an animal could have. I can't tell if his grunts are born out of disappointment with my inability to accommodate more of his tongue or if he has simply become lost in the pleasure of eating me out, but I am once more sent careening through the throes of lust as I go from exhausted to nearing my second orgasm.

I am not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed when he abruptly stops, but as Ry?za withdraws his long tongue from my depths and raises his face from my rearend, I can't stop my legs as they unwrap from his snout and fall to the hay as I collapse into a blubbering mess beneath him.

The world is spinning and I'm not even sure which way is up, but as my eyes settles on the dragon between my legs and I see the many strands of saliva connecting his lips to my ass, I find myself chuckling weakly when I notice his gaze is just as unfocused as my own.

Akira: "Th-tha-that wa-was..." I gasp breathlessly as to fail to string together a proper sentence, but watching the drake licking the spit from his mouth tells me that he enjoyed that just as much as I did, and despite being so disoriented that I'm struggling to focus, I can't stop my gaze from dipping between his legs. I'm not surprised to find his cock fully erecting and bobbing beneath him, telling me that this reptile is far from done with me, a notion that turns my bliss into worry.

Akira: "R-Ry?za...? Y-you can't possibly hope to m-mount me. That's... I've n-never even..." He snaps back to reality as if he were waking from a dream, for his dilated pupils tighten into slits and lock on me as if we had never met. I'm not sure if he sensed the uncertainty of my voice or if he realised what he just did, but my dragon leans down and nuzzles my face in a deeply comforting way. His head is about as big as my entire body, so he practically pushes me around the hay, but combining the apologetic way he looks at me with the crooning noises he makes, he not only brings me back to reality completely, but he makes me feel a little guilty for denying him release.

Akira: "W-well... I mean, I_do_ want to try, it's just... You're very big, Ry?za, and I've never done this before. So... You need to be gentle with me, alright?" He perks up at my words, seemingly understanding that not only do I accept his apology, but that I want to take things further, for his tail starts swaying side to side as his eyes fill with an anticipatory kind of lust. Glancing down at his throbbing dick as he pulls his face away, I can't help but gulp as I move into a sitting position and contemplate if this is really a good idea or not.

Fuck... Am I REALLY going to do this? Looking at his forearm lengthed endowment and that massive yet still deflated knot, I try to gulp through my hesitance. His cock is literally big enough to tear me apart is he doesn't take it easy, heck, I could die from being impaled on it even if he is! But then again... I guess he did a pretty good job preparing me with his tongue... Clenching my pucker, I can feel how loose it's become, and even hear it squelch with how wet it is, and with Ry?za still licking his lips while seemingly waiting for me to make up my mind, I can't help but notice the similar size in both his organs.

Standing up on shaky legs, I lay a paw against his chest and gently caress the bottom of his neck as my quivering body screams for me to say no, but looking up into his burning eyes, I find myself falling into them, compelled to endure whatever discomfort this may bring if it means I can pleasure my dragon.

Akira: "You need to be gentle with me, Ry?za. I'd like to be able to walk after this, okay? And under absolutely NO circumstances can you knot me. I'll die. Do you understand?" I say this sternly enough so that he can understand the gravity of how dangerous this is, and either through my tone or acknowledgment, his playful, horny attitude becomes serious; Enough that I trust him not to go too far. I mean, from how carefully he was when he started rimming me, he must understand my body has its limits... Right?

Fuck it. I want this _just_as much as he does. If things become too much to handle, I'll just give Ry?za another pawjob or something. Taking one last moment to take a breath and try to steady my trembling legs, I get down on all fours, raise my tail, and cheekily swish it side to side while looking over my shoulder as seductively as possible.

Akira: "A-alright, big guy. Take me for my first ride, just... Be gentle, okay?" My breath hitches as I watch Ry?za strut up to me, briefly sniffs at my sopping wet hole, and then walks forward till his bulky body hovers right over mine. The feeling of having his enormity enshadow my comparatively tiny frame causes my brain to start screaming: "THIS ISN'T A GOOD IDEA!!!", but I hold fast while gripping the hay between my paws with my gaze set dead ahead as he aligns himself, the only problem is that with our size difference, the drake immediately runs into a problem.

Ry?za grunts in obvious displeasure, and when he lifts his forepaws and places them on either of my shoulders, I'm briefly terrified that he's going to crush me, but he doesn't put much weight onto me, and is instead holding me in place to help align his throbbing meat with my tiny tailhole. I brief a glance under myself and see that he is also bending his knees to aid in finding my pucker, and despite his seemingly calm prodding, I can't help but worry that he might suddenly thrust forward when he does, but as he fails to align his dripping tip with my anal ring, Ry?za growls, yet before I can suggest a different position, he pushes down with enough force to slam my chest into the floor!

Akira: "Hmph!" The air leaves my lungs in a huff, but my dragon is fully aware of my discomfort, for he eases his hold and repositions himself, but as soon as the head of his cock brushes against my quivering sphincter, he makes a sudden thrust forward! His tapered dick jabs at my left ass cheek painfully before sliding past my tail and coming to a rest along my lower back. I'm extremely thankful that what I assume to be an involuntary thrust misses its mark, for despite him soaking me in enough of his saliva for his cock to more than likely slide right in, I know that this is going to hurt regardless of how slow he takes it.

As I tremble beneath the drake, wondering if my lust may be my undoing, Ry?za pulls back and carefully tries to insert himself once again, and despite his aim, still misses his mark, only this time, his dick slides between my legs and comes to a rest between my sheath and right thigh. I've become completely soft from how nervous I am, but feeling his penis slather me in precum arouses that lust as I once again brace for his next thrust.

My dragon is practically curling over me at this point, and despite him being even more patient with his next movements, his pulsating cock still fails to pierce my clenched pucker and instead rides up between my cheeks, painting me in his viscous fluids as he releases another frustrated growl.

Akira: "M-maybe this isn't the best position? I could always try climbing on top of-!?" My sentence is cut short, for in the process of reeling his hips back and dragging his fat cock over my fuzzy cheeks, he does it slow enough for his pointed head to brush over my virgin hole, and with equally as measured movements, seamlessly slips the tip into my winking asshole!

I freeze, half expecting Ry?za to lunge forward and impale me, and half expecting his cock to slide free once again, but with a growl to accommodate his claim of my virginity, my dragon very gently pushes forwards and deflowers me as if I were his bride. I gasp breathlessly at the sensation of my anal ring being stretched open, and while his cock is far harder than his mailable tongue, there is a similarity in textures of his oversized organs.

His entry is however quickly halted when my anal ring immediately clenches at the sharp pain, he huffs above me in obvious disappointment, but thankfully doesn't try to use brute force to break past my resistance like he did with his tongue. Instead, the pressure on my back lessens as my dragon leans down and starts to nuzzle my head. With his paws now resting on either side of my face and my snout craned forward, I'm able to see Ry?za as he rubs his chin between my ears and licks the top of my head, practically begging for me to relax and allow him in, and surprisingly, his loving touch allows just that, for my clenched sphincter relaxes under his affections and I feel myself opening up.

I don't hold my breath this time, I allow it to leave me as I feel his hot penis slide into my tailhole, and as the thickest part of his dick fills my insides, my body trembles when the first of many nubs lining the underside of his cock pops into me. I can almost feel how much self-control it's taking Ry?za to not just ram forward and burry himself to the hilt, but as the next bean shaped nub kisses my stretch anal ring, my voice leaves me in an involuntary cry.

Akira: "W-wait, wait, wait!" A sudden surge of pain causes me to pull away enough that his dick almost slides all the way out, but either through my tone or understanding, Ry?za freezes in his tracks. My entire body shudders in both relief and pain. I'm short of breath and want nothing more than to stop, but as I focus on relaxing my anal ring and controlling the stinging pain shooting up my spine, I can feel my body slowly becoming used to the large object piercing me.

Akira: "J-just give me a moment..." My voice is tense enough that it sounds as if I were reprimanding him, and this must be the right tone to use, because as my body continues to shiver and shake, my dragon leans down once again and starts to lovingly nuzzle the back of my head while releasing those crooning rumbles of apology.

Despite my asshole being stretched so wide that it feels as if I were being ripped in two, his affections cause me to relax and invertedly allow a little more of his cock to slip inside, but Ry?za seems to have enough restraint to wait for my consent, for he practically purrs while licking and nibbling at my ears.

Even as my puckers stops twitching around the hot shaft lodged inside my ass, I am so torn between telling him to stop that I question why I had dreamed of this moment for so long. It's much more painful than I thought it would be, and while I know this is mostly because someone as small as me should never be having sex with an animal as large as Ry?za, but as my dragon lovingly nuzzles my head, his affections remind me of the feelings I've been developing for him, so after huffing out one last sigh of resignation, I decide it's time. This is going to hurt for the first few thrusts, but the payoff will be well worth it. I hope...

Akira: "A-alright, Ry?za. You can keep going, just... Be gentle, big guy." I don't know if he's reading the tone in my voice, or if we've simply become close enough that he understand what I'm feeling, but as Ry?za grunts out his acknowledgment, he very gently pushes forward and carefully buries more of his fat cock inside of me.

It's difficult to not immediately tense at the feeling of his wet penis sliding through my anal ring, but I breathe out and try to focus on the heat of his pulsating cock, the squelching sounds it makes as it digs further into my depths, and even though this is far more awkward and painful than I had imagined, it still feels good enough that I want to continue.

As the widest pat of his cock slips into me, so too does my anal ring constrict around his shaft, and much like before, that same pain returns, but unlike a moment ago, my dragon is very aware of the discomfort this brings me, because he pauses and allows me a short moment to catch my breath. With how full my colon feels and how different the pain shooting up my spine is, I can only surmise that his tapered tip must be piercing my colon.

Being the caring dragon that he is, Ry?za doesn't allow me to remain in discomfort for too long, for he gingerly pulls back till one of the three rounded numbs pops free from my anal ring before even more carefully thrusting forward and reinserting them. The motion is slow enough for me to draw my first real pleasure from him taking my virginity, and as he starts to find a steady rhythm, so too do I feel my overly stretched asshole finally begin to relax.

I'm covered in sweat, and still torn between telling the drake to stop and urging him to go a little harder, but with each insertion and every spurt of precum he spits out into my depths, each lunge becomes a little easier to handle, however, when I feel the head of Ry?za's cock pierce the entrance to my colon and refuse to go any further, not only does my dragon grunt in displeasure, but that same spike of pain screams how mating with him is a terrible idea.

Despite Ry?za being a feral, I find my trust in him to be well placed, for he is being very patient with an understanding of my body that no animal should have. If I were to have tried this with a feral horse, I have no doubt that I'd be crippled for life, but my dragon seems to know just how fast and just how hard to thrust into me.

Little by little, I feel my body becoming used to the large pole of meat shoved up my ass, and with the constant stream of precum spilling out into my bowels, this lubrication is obviously helping with this, in fact, each thrust brings me more pleasure than the last, enough that the feeling of his hot penis sliding through my puckered hole causes my body to tremble for an entirely different reason than before. Feeling each pulsating vein lining his thick shaft, each numb of flesh caressing my insides, it reawakens that hunger I first had for his cock.

Akira: "Ry?za... G-go faster. Fuck me harder." My heavy breathes come out in haggard gasps, but my dragon doesn't fail to pick up on the longing in my tone, for his pace increases tentatively as if expecting me to cry out in pain, but I don't, for even as his next thrust actually pushes all the air from my lungs, it also forces more of my hardening dick from my sheath, and as he withdraws and I feel each nub of flesh pop free from my squelching sphincter, I find myself biting my lip in lustful anticipation of his next thrust.

Ry?za picks up the pace enough to rock me back and forth along the hay, so with his forepaws still pressed on either side of my face, I grab hold of both his wrists to steady myself, and with how smooth this makes his next lunge, so too does my pleasure spike. Every vein, every bump, and each rumbling growl fills me with such an intense feeling of euphoria that not even having his tongue bearing down on my prostate can compare.

I'm moaning like a whore beneath the ever-increasing strength of my dragon railing me. Ry?za listens carefully to each noise I make, adjusting his angle and how hard he humps, almost as if to bring me the most pleasure possible, but with each consecutive insertion, I can feel how impatient he is to burry more of his cock in my depths, for he starts pressing more forcefully each time his tapered head fails to breach my colon. It doesn't hurt nearly as much as before, so I'm able to grit my teeth and bear it.

My dragon becomes relentless in his movements, and every third thrust he makes into my bowels is met with him bearing down against the entrance to my colon forcefully enough that a cry leaves my lips. Feeling my intestines slowly being stretched around his head is painful, and while I should be concerned about how this will affect me after we're done, I've become so lost in this building pleasure that I'm too focused on my oncoming orgasm to care.

Thrust after thrust leaves me more mindless than the last, and with how I cry out each time he tries to ram past my body's limits, Ry?za seems to become less concerned with my discomfort. I can physically feel my innards stretching around his oversized endowment, so much so that it feels as if he is going to tear me in half! But even if I were able to voice my concerns, I don't think I would. There is something about being overpowered like this that is turning me on so much that even the pain is starting to feel good.

Each moan he forces from my lips sounds so foreign that I don't even recognise my voice, and I'm not the only one who has become more vocal, for my dragon grunts and growls in a feral way that should rightfully be scary, but it somehow only turns me on even more. This feels dangerous in an almost life-threatening way, and with how big his cock is, I'm not so far from the truth, and while I've always known that I'm a little meeker than most, I never realised that being dominated would feel _this_good.

My world becomes a dizzying mess of slopping thrusts and waves of pain and pleasure, but as Ry?za stops humping and instead starts grinding his cock into me, I lose all control of my voice. With his tapered head piercing my colon, the feelings of torture and euphoria collide within me and cause my eyes to roll into the back of my skull as I lose all sense of self.

The building pressure of him forcefully stretching my insides causes me to become so dizzy that I fear I may pass out, but as I feel Ry?za's warm breath wash over my neck and hear him growl right into my ear, something in me breaks. Whatever little resistance my body once had snaps, and it's in this moment that all that rising tension dissipates, for with a loud "Pop!" that I feel inside my depths, his cock slips past my resistance and breaches my colon!

I gasp out breathlessly in a high-pitched squeak as I feel Ry?za's cock finally slip into my depths, and whether through the noise I make or him understanding the new wave of pain surging through me, my dragon thankfully stops. He once again presses his snout into the back of my head and playfully nibbles on my ears, both giving me a moment of reprieve and easing me into the feeling of having his fat cock throbbing inside of my intestines.

I'm sweating more profusely than when I chop wood for the hearth, and panting so heavily that I'm practically hyperventilating. My heart is hammering the inside of my chest like a war drum, and I'm trembling so much that each breath leaves my lips in a pitiful whimper, yet despite the tears streaming down my face or the burning pain rippling through my guts, I don't pull away, I lay beneath the drake's hulking frame as he tenderly nuzzles the back of my head as my intestines slowly allow his pulsing cock to slip a little deeper.

I'm not sure how long I remain like this, but Ry?za is very understanding of my pain. He stays perfectly still as I slowly but surely catch my breath, and by the time my tears dry enough for me to realise that I'm digging my claws into his wrists, I'm able to relax to the point that I stop shaking. While the hurt had caused my cock to retract into my sheath, I can already feel the remnants of pleasure returning, and after taking a final moment to assure that there is absolutely no more pain, I nod my head and try to not sound like a bitch in heat.

Akira: "G-go for it, Ry?za. S-slowly..." He grunts in response while raising his head from my neck, and while I cringe from the slightest of movements, I hold tight and focus on my breath as Ry?za very carefully starts to hump.

The tip of his cock just barely leaves the entrance to my colon before he even more steadily pushes it back in, and while each movement hurts as much as the first, every thrust becomes steadier. I can practically feel his dick spitting out globs of precum to help ease his passage. The process is even slower than when he had first deflowered me, but soon my dragon is sliding in and out of my intestines as easily as he does my anal ring, and by the time I stop whining, Ry?za picks up the pace enough to start rocking me back and forth again.

Akira: "A-ahh! F-faster, Ry?za~" The words leave my lips without my say, and I only realise how submissive they sound when the drake complies and surges forward a little harder. His tapered cock slides through my innards with little resistance. Not only is his pointed tip the perfect tool for piercing my deepest reaches, but my insides have become so wet with his precum that the back of my thighs are just as wet as my quivering pucker.

With how much of his cock now slides in and out of my rectum, Ry?za is able to build up a steady pace where he is slowly but surely burying more and more of his dick into my colon with each thrust, and with how much pleasure each lunge now brings, my knotted cock is swaying back and forth, leaking just as heavily as the one inside my butt. The constant stimulation that each rounded numb makes against my prostate makes it feel as if my soul is about to leave my body, but with how deep inside me he is, it feels more like we are becoming one than me losing myself to this pleasure.

Between each grunt and hot breath washing over my neck, I feel my intestines stretch and fold around his girth, but as something large and warm presses against my back door, not only does Ry?za suddenly stop, but I'm left briefly confused as to what it could be. It takes me a moment to understand what this large bulb stretching my cheeks apart is, but as I feel my dragon's cock pulse and this shape throb alongside it, I quickly realise that I've taken him all the way up to the knot! A task that I had seriously thought impossible.

My body slumps in the brief relief I'm granted, and with my head hanging between my outstretched arms, I'm finally able to draw in a full breath without trembling. The hardest part is finally over, and with how stiff my cock is, I can tell that the next few thrusts will likely throw me over the edge long before he can reach his climax, but much like before, Ry?za allows me a moment to become used to just how deep he's sheathed himself.

Hs monstrous knot may not have swollen to its full girth yet, but I can feel it throbbing against my stretched anal ring with each beat of his heart. In fact, it's as I'm focusing on just how deep he is inside of me that I feel something strange in my abdomen, and with my head still hanging between my arms, I look past my chest and find my eyes widening in shock when I see the outline of his gargantuan penis bulging beneath my fur! The sight is so incomprehensible that I can't believe what I'm seeing, but with trembling movements, I carefully run a paw across the indentation and immediately feel his penis pulse in response.

My mind goes blank as I try to convince myself that what I'm seeing is real, that Ry?za has sheathed himself so deeply in me that he is rearranging my organs, that my intestines have coiled and folded over his cock like a sleeve being rolled up, but after tracing my paws over the bulge in my belly a few more times, the realisation that I'm not in pain is enough for me to return my grip to his wrist as I mentally prepare for what will come next.

Inhaling a deep breath, I let it out and look up at Ry?za who is still awaiting my approval, and as our eyes meet, so too does my heart melt. I'm not sure if the look in his gaze is sweeter than before, or if it's because I'm impaled on his cock that I feel so close to him, but I become very eager for him to mate me like the powerful beast he is. I nod without fear of injury and with one last nuzzle to the back of my head, my dragon slowly starts to withdraw his enormous cock till only his tapered tip is piercing my pucker, and before the hollow feeling of his penis exiting my bowels can leave me wanting, Ry?za rams his entire length back in with one decisive thrust and forces a feral bark from my lips!

I'm not sure if I cry out in pain or pleasure, but the wave that travels from my prostate and right into my brain leaves every strand of fur on my body standing on end as goosebumps thrash across my skin. This feeling only stops when the drake's fat knot slams against my back door with a wet squelch. My mind is quite literally wiped clean of any thought, yet before I can even register this sensation as one of pleasure, Ry?za pulls his length from my depths before ramming it back in and starts fucking the air from my lungs!

I'm barely able to brace myself as my dragon starts to breed me like the wild animal he is. It's as if all his lust is unleashed upon me in this moment, for with each thrust of his hips, each grunting breath he huffs, and every slam his knot makes against my pucker, it causes his cock to throb so powerfully that I swear he's about only one hump away from spill his seed in my bowels.

As Ry?za ploughs me like a fertile field, I'm unable to understand anything but the overwhelming pleasure his penis brings me, one that hits even harder than the bitch breaker knocking at my back door, but as my balls pull against my sheath and my own knot suddenly swells with blood , his wild pace suddenly sends me over the edge. I cry out louder than I ever have as my climax strikes me like lightning, shaking my body just as violently as the drake who rails me!

My mind literally flashes with white light as waves of ecstasy crash through me, overlapping like literal waves as each rope of semen is forcefully shot from my penis. I thought my previous climax was intense, but I literally lose all feeling in my body each time I ejaculate, unable to understand anything other than the fat cock sliding in and out of my slopping wet hole, the dragon grunting above me, or the feeling of his bitch breaker stretching my anal ring wider each time he bottoms out.

I am literally fucked senseless, rutted like a common bitch in heat. My knot is so swollen that it hurts, and my prostate is spasming so erratically that my entire body spasms alongside it, yet even when I reach the height of my climax, my pleasure does not abate, for as my penis struggles to spit out any more cum, the constant stimulation of his dick actually succeeds in extending my euphoria, keeping my mind blank and my cock hard as he mates hard and fast.

The pace at which Ry?za fucks me reminds me of how feral canines have sex, but unlike the dog's I've seen reach their climax in only a few lightning-fast thrusts, my dragon shows no signs of stopping anytime soon. He's ramming me harder and faster with each lunge, pounding my ass with a stamina only a powerful male like him could have, and slamming his bitch breaker against my asshole as if trying to knot me.

A combination of his speed and my sudden lethargy causes my body to collapse. No matter how hard I try to keep my grip, my paws fall from his wrists as my face slams into the hay, and with how angrily Ry?za fucks me, his next thrust is interrupted as it causes me to slide forward. I'm pushed so far away from him that the tip of his cock is barely wedged between my sopping wet sphincter. The drake immediately growls in displeasure at his pace being interrupted, but I'm just so exhausted that I can't even turn to look at him.

Akira: "S-sorry, big g-guy. I j-just don't have any st-strength left." I'm barely able to stutter this out, and with how quiet Ry?za becomes, I worry that he might be angry with me, but his silence is soon replaced with a grunt as Ry?za steps forward and wraps his paws around either side of my hips in the same way a feral dog would mount a bitch. Shit... With my chest against the floor and my ass raised in the air like this, he's going to DESTROY me in this position!

I'm not able to voice my concerns, for the drake rams his cock straight back into me and stars fucking me at an unforgivable pace! I howl out in more than just pleasure this time, for with how sensitive my insides have become, each thrust hurts just as much as when he had first shoved his dick into my ass. I try to pull away, but with how exhausted I am and how securely Ry?za holds me in place, I'm not even rocking back and forth anymore. Only his penis shifts between our bodies, pumping in an out of my asshole with frightening speed.

Despite the discomfort this new pace brings, and even though I've shot more cum than I ever have in one day, my dick is still painfully hard, so much so that I can already feel the welling of another orgasm swirling in my balls.

My dragon rams his fiery hot cock in and out of my sloppy wet mess of an asshole with animalistic force. My insides have long since given up any resistance they held, for they stretch and fold over his gargantuan cock without objecting; Battered into submission just like my body, but as I feel him start to press his bulbous knot more forcefully into my backend, a new type of worry fills me, for with each consecutive hump, Ry?za grinds his bitch breaker against my pucker and stretches it just a little wider each time, almost as if he were trying to shove it into me, but... He wouldn't do that, right? Surely he knows that bulbous thing will break me.

Again and again, my dragon slams into me with unmatched power, growling and huffing as he lunges, and with how angrily he presses his knot against my unyielding sphincter, I quickly realise that he is indeed trying to shove it inside, but once again, I'm unable to voice my protest, for the air is fucked from my lungs with each violent hump. I lose all sense of autonomy, becoming nothing more than an extension of the fat cock plunging in and out of my depths, a slave to the will of a beast who will surely break me if I don't speak.

The faint feeling of pleasure each movement once brought is overshadowed by the force he uses to stretch my anal ring open. I can almost feel Ry?za tearing my sphincter apart with the fist sized bulge slowly but surely opening me wider, and I'm not sure if it's the fear of literally being fucked to death or how uncaring my dragon has suddenly become, but fear fills me and forces the next breath fucked from my lungs to echo out in a sharp and frightful scream.

Akira: " STOP!" Despite how loudly I bark, my voice is lost to the dragon who is so focused on burying his knot in me that even as I scream again, he continues to pound into me with reckless thrusts! My panic spikes and my trembling body starts to shiver for an entirely different reason now, but no matter how much force I exert, my protests mean nothing to the reptile who is lost in the throes of passion.

It feels as if I am literally being torn apart, and despite the agony shooting up my spine, I remain just as hard as ever. Ry?za's mad pace suddenly stops when he next rams his cock into me. He shoves it as deeply into my body as possible, and using his grip around my hips and the force of his powerful legs, he starts bearing down! My sharp screams turn into squeaky gasps as I feel my anal ring being ripped open by his bitch breaker, and just as I feel the thickest part of his apple sized knot pass through my resistance, the whole thing is suddenly sucked into my rectum and locked behind my quickly tightening pucker!

I gasp in the very moment the pressure relents, the very moment that my asshole kisses his sopping wet slit, and even though Ry?za's mad pace is halted at the insertion, my thoughts are stolen from me not by the relief of pain, nor for the surprise of being knotted, but because the dragon roars out louder than a thunderstorm! The cock buried in my ass suddenly starts to throb erratically, and with his bitch breaker locking me in place, I feel it rapidly swell to its full size, growing inside my butt till it feels like the size of a grapefruit!

I scream as soon as the first wave of his seed gushes out into the depths of my body, and with how powerfully it hits my intestines, it almost feels like a punch to the gut! His cum is hot, so intensely hot that it actually feels as if he were searing my flesh!

Ry?za's knot has swollen so large that even as he continues to rock us back and forth, he's not able to shift his cock around my depths in any way, and despite the violent nature of our breeding, the pain dissipates enough for me to draw in a strange sense of accomplishment at taking him to the hilt, and it's as I focus on this sensation that I start to realise just how deep he is inside of me, for with each powerful ejaculation, I feel my belly swell with heat, and quickly realise that the burning in my gut is from his seed spilling directly into it!

Amidst the chaos of our coupling, my paws find my stomach and confirm that it is indeed swelling with his spunk and continuing to grow with each powerful ejaculation I can literally feel hitting my pads! I try to speak, to tell Ry?za that he's hurting me, but my voice instead escapes through a belch, and right as I taste his cum on my lips, so too do I feel it traveling up my throat! My attention is quick to snap to the warmth trying to escape my ever-growing belly, and with all the focus I can muster, I concentrate only on gulping down each wad of jizz that shoots up my neck and try my best to not drown on his sperm.

Every strangled breath I wheeze in tastes like his potent semen, and with how Ry?za continues to spill his seed into me, I fear that this will either end with my gut exploding or me choking to death on his seed, but as his growling starts to subside and my dragon finally stops rocking us back and forth, I'm able to stop his baby batter from escaping my throat, and when the ironclad grip he has around my hips loosens, so too do I find myself able to inhale without fear of choking, and even though the peak of his orgasm has died down, I can still feel his dick spitting out wads of viscous cum into my stomach.

I'm disoriented to the point that I can do nothing more than focus on breathing, but as I feel Ry?za start to shift, my mind conjures the image of him suddenly collapsing on me, squashing me like a grape and forcing all his juices from my gut, but instead, I find myself jolting, for with his paws still loosely wrapped around my hips, the drake stretches his hindlegs out to either side of my body in the same motion that he lifts me from the floor and moves into a sitting position.

The sudden shift causes me to cringe from the pain his stiff penis brings, but as I come to a rest with my back pressed into his gut and my legs spread to either side of his raised knees, I rest my paws against his thighs and feel my body give out one last shudder before collapsing completely.

Akira: "F-f-f-fuck..." I'm so exhausted that I don't know how I'm even able to remain conscious, and with his knot still throbbing against my prostate, each pulse invertedly causes my still hard dick to twitch in response, but I'm far too tired to focus on anything but not passing out, even the pain is secondary.

The sound of us panting and the thumping of my heart are the only things I can hear as my body continues to quiver. My legs are shaking so violently that it almost looks as if I were having a seizure, and despite the relief I feel from not being pounded into the ground, this position is far from comfortable. Almost as if sensing my unease, Ry?za curls his body forward till I'm leaning back enough for his breaths to wash over my face.

My body slowly strops shaking so violently, but even as I sigh out and start breathing more steadily, I still find it difficult to draw in a full breath, and when I finally notice my bloated stomach, I perfectly understand why. It's... Swollen to a ridiculous size, so much so that I look like a pregnant beastwoman! Pressing my paws into my bloated gut in morbid fascination, I find my skin to be stretched painfully taut, and as I shake it, the sound of his cum sloshing around is just as alarming as it is for me to feel his hard dick beneath my fur.

I don't know if it's just the afterglow of our mating, or some strange sense of accomplishment to have survived being fucked by a dragon, but I suddenly feel unexpectedly satisfied. Not only have I had sex for the first time in my life, but I did it with a beast that should rightfully have killed me with his dick! And while I do wish that he hadn't knotted me, feeling his seed swim around my belly makes me feel as content as a female having been impregnated by the beastman of her dreams.

Leaning more heavily into my dragon, I close my eyes while rubbing my swollen belly, vaguely able to feel his cock still trickling out sperm, and while I soak in the afterglow of our mating, Ry?za wraps both of his paws around my arms and pins them to my side. I don't pay much attention to it at first, as it kinda feels like he's just cuddling me, but as I feel his hot breath wash over my face, I start to worry when my dragon begins to pant again. My first thought is that he's rearing up for round two, but as I open my eyes and look up, I gasp at the sight of his mouth being wide open and descending right upon me!

I'm briefly confused by the sight of his dripping maw closing in around my face, kinda enamoured by the intricate folds of pink flesh lining his enormous mouth, but before I can even understand that my entire upper body has slipped into his maw, my cry of shock is muffled when his jaws lock around me!

Akira: "!!!" With my arms trapped at my sides, my face pressed into the ribs lining the roof of his mouth, and Ry?za's lips wrapping around my chest, I squirm and thrash without even thinking about what I'm doing, but even as his fangs scratch and cut me with each movement, the panic of being encased in his dripping with flesh spikes panic in me even more fiercely than when the drake had first captured me.

With his tongue pressed between my shoulder blades and my vision caged by his teeth, I squirm and scream while thrashing about, but even the pain his knot brings with each twist cannot stop my body from reacting out of fear. My mind is reeling in disbelief at this sudden turn of events, but even the short-lived thought that Ry?za is simply helping clean the sweat from my body is not enough to clear my thoughts, for when he bucks his hips and drags my upper body along his tongue, his movements betray his true intentions.

With his knot still locked securely within my rectum, I am shoved so deep into his mouth that my snout kissed the entrance to his throat! Yet before the scream can even properly leave my lungs, he pulls back and drags me out till his scaly lips slip over my distended stomach and lock around my chest before going right into a steady motion of fucking my body in an out of his mouth!

Akira: "R-Ry?za! Stop!!! Wh-what are you doing!?" I scream into his flesh as my vision darkens each time his tongue curls around my face, but no matter how much I shout or how desperately I thrash, he continues to ignore me!

The light outside seeps in through the gaps in his lips, framed by the fangs that continue to scratch and scrape again me, and if the horrifying feeling of being bathed in his warm spit wasn't already enough to take my breath away, then the meaty smell of his breath is more than sufficient to leave me gasping between each scream. It's acidic enough to leave me choking, but tinged with an almost sickly sweet smell that I can only relate to one of death; One that clearly wafts from deeper within him.

My heart is hammering inside my chest so powerfully that I can hear nothing else but the sound of it pounding in my ears, and with how much I'm panicking, I've been inhaling wads of his spit, a taste that cause my stomach to roil just as wildly, but my efforts do nothing more that tire me out, for with an almost lazy grip around my forearms, Ry?za fucks me in and out of his mouth while tugging his hips backwards hard enough that I feel his dick start to withdraw from the depths of my bowels.

For the briefest of moments, I consider that my dragon is perhaps just playing around, that maybe this is some sort of prank he thinks funny. Afterall, he's not digging his fangs into me, and seems to be trying his best not so scrape them against me. Perhaps this is some draconic premating ritual? This hope is stolen from me when Ry?za starts pushing my head through the opening of his throat, quickly replacing my confusion with true fear.

Kicking my feet out and trying to find some sort of purchase, my voice becomes muffled when my snout pierces Ry?za's oesophagus, and as he pulls back, I shiver in disgust at the feeling of his uvula slapping the back of my head. The claws pinning my arms to my side are becoming more forceful in their grip, and the knot that was once securely lodged in my ass is actually starting to move around; A realisation that is just as terrifying as the prospect of being stuffed in the mouth of a fire breathing dragon, because right now, his bitch breaker is the only thing stopping me from sliding right down his gullet!

Whatever hope I had clung to that Ry?za is joking around is stolen from me when he starts trying to yank his swollen knot from my pucker, and while fear clouds my thoughts, I can't help but question why he has waited till now to do this. Cold the dragon simply be overwhelmed by hormones and not thinking clearly? Or was he trying to gain my trust to the point that I'd allow him to fuck me? The only thing I know for certain right now is that this is very real, that he is using my snout to pierce the opening of his throat and shove me deeper into his oesophagus much in the same way that he had inserted his cock.

Tears spill from my face and mix with the copious amounts of spit covering my fur, and each time he pumps my head in and out of his gullet, I find my snout pressing a little deeper into his warm flesh. I am so exhausted from our romp that struggling becomes just as difficult as breath, unable to do anything more than whimper each time he tries to tug his knot free. What makes this even more humiliating is that the hard cock buried in my bowels is stimulating me with each motion, causing my cries of terror to become mixed with moans of pleasure; Stimulated in a most unwelcomed fashion.

My mind is swimming with panic, but I know that once his bitch breaker pops free, that I will be done for, so I put all my focus into clenching my anal ring and latch onto his bulbous gland, hoping beyond hope that he will perhaps stay this madness with enough time, but with each tug from below and every incessant shove that pushes my head deeper into the wet folds of his throat, I feel my asshole's resistance becoming weaker.

I am a slobbery mess of snot and tears as I bark for Ry?za to let me go, but he pays absolutely no mind to my pleas for mercy, in fact, my crying seems to spur him on, to ram my snout more forcefully through the squelching opening of his oesophagus. The entire upper part of my body is now drenched in his warm spit, and with how it clogs every orifice, seeing becomes difficult from not just the darkness inside gullet.

Ry?za has been lowering his head and curling his body inwards with each consecutive hump, and as he shoves me so deep into his throat that his lips lock around the base of my tail, my head pops fully into his oesophagus! I gasp, both in horror and relief, for as soon as my entire face is surrounded by his dripping wet flesh, so too does the drake stop his thrusting.

Everything has gone dark, and with my ears now pinned against my head and my snout piercing the wet confines of his throat, I'm finally able to take in my first breath without screaming, but my respite is short lived, for inhaling the putrid smell of his oesophagus brings back not just my urgency, but an understanding that my panicked brain had not yet considered.

When I had first laid my eyes upon Ry?za, I had honestly thought that he would chew me up and swallow my mangled corpse, so realising now that he is planning on ingesting me whole and alive becomes far more terrifying than having my life end in a wave of blood, but with my legs spread out to either side of his waist, his scaly lips locked around my swollen belly, and my head shoved down his gullet, there is nothing I can do to prevent such a frightful fate...

My screams reawaken alongside the dragon's thrusts, but even with his grip having left my arms and the only thing keeping me in place being his cock speared through my depths, not even my weak attempts at scratching the insides of his mouth bear any fruit, for he keeps me restrained by curling his tongue around my chest and lapping at me so vehemently that the drake forces whatever breath I'm able to inhale.

With his neck craned down and only my legs and tail remaining outside his maw, Ry?za's pace becomes much rougher than before. He slams my shoulders into the opening of his gullet much like he had pounded his knot against my asshole, but even as I free my arms from his coiling tongue and press into the squishy confines of his mouth, I accomplish nothing more than getting scratched by his fangs and riling Ry?za with my panicked movements, but as I feel his paws wrap around either of my legs and for him to hump upwards even more powerfully than before, I perfectly understand that whatever chance I may have had at escaping is about to be stolen from me forever.

Ry?za violently rams me into his mouth and pushes my shoulders into the intricate folds of his throat opening, and with just as much power as he had used to shove his bulbous knot into my rectum, he thrusts upwards until the widest part of my body slip into the squelching confines of his oesophagus! My arms are pinned to my sides in the same motion that my chest becomes wrapped in his hot flesh, and with my entire body now caught between his jaws, I can barely even kick my legs!

Much like when he had allowed me a moment to become used to his cock stretching my innards, Ry?za pauses his thrusting as his neck tightens and loosen as if becoming familiar with my form, intimate with my body in a way that I had once fantasised a strong beastman becoming, but the muscles in his throat are far less considerate than the tender lover I had wished for, as they squeeze and constrict me so powerfully that all the air is forced for my lungs!

If being choked to death by his fetid flesh wasn't already bad enough, then feeling his long tongue twist around my body and move to lap at my painfully stretched asshole is, but just as quickly as Ry?za hums in apparent delight of our combined flavour, he returns to fucking me in and out of his gullet, shoving me deeper and deeper at a painfully steady pace.

I am drenched with more than just the mucus lining his throat or the aftermath of our copulation, for with how hot his flesh is, I am sweating so much that my screams have turned into panting gasps. His throat is suffocating, and not just from how powerful his muscles are. The meaty, caustic, and very musky odour of his insides is just as inescapable as the sweltering heat surrounding me, causing my mind to conjure even more frightful images of being boiled alive in what could very well be lava-like liquids at the end of his deepening tunnel.

Ry?za's pace slowly become so frantic that each consecutive thrust causes gushes of cum to squirt from my rearend. The only thing stopping him from ingesting me fully is that I keep clenching my pucker each time he pulls back, but a combination of my exhaustion and the constant stimulation his knot makes against my prostate is doing more than just keeping my dick hard, for I can feel my nuts welling with an approaching orgasm, and if I cum, I know that I won't have any chance of stopping his bitch breaker from popping free...

My efforts are however rendered useless, for as the drake grips my thighs tightly and pulls his hips backwards, my hold on his knot is futile, for he forces my sphincter open even more angrily than when he had first knotted me! His bitch breaker slips free with a wet and squelching "Pop!" that I can hear even in the confines of his throat, escaping from my quivering pucker with a gush of hot liquid that pours from me like a rushing stream.

I'm immediately hit with a wave of vertigo, one born from more than just the fetid fumes or the heat of his throat. Being ripped open by his knot for a second time is not so much painful as it is draining, and while the pressure filling my guts becomes slightly relieved, the understanding that nothing is keeping me from sliding down his gullet is far more concerning.

I'm not granted a moment of rest, for as soon as Ry?za's paws leave my thighs, so too does he return to fucking me in and out of his throat, and now without his knot holding me in place, his pace becomes even faster. Spurts of cum gush from between my anal ring and his fat cock with each hump, and while the dragon's not able to shove me in and out of his oesophagus as freely as before, I know that it would take nothing more than for him to bite down, tilt his head back, and end my life in one quick motion.

The worst part about this is not the fear clouding my thoughts, nor even the agony I'm subjected to through the constant undulations of his neck, but the unwelcomed stimulation his dick brings me. I've gone from screaming in terror to moaning in pleasure, and with his cock now constantly brushing over my abused prostate, I feel myself drawing very close to another climax, yet before release can reach me, my worst fears are brought to bear, for with one last thrust and a rumbling growl that shakes my entire body, Ry?za bites down on my thighs hard enough for me to worry that he is about to chew me up, but as I feel his dick slip free from my anal ring, dying between his fangs would have been a much more welcomed fate that what is to come.

As soon as the tip of Ry?za's tapered head is pulled free from my ass, a wave of hot jizz escapes my rectum in the same motion that he raises his head upwards. Understanding that he's about to swallow me causes my body to stiffen and for me to try and latch on to anything I can, but as his head comes to rest with my body laid horizontally across his tongue, I soon realise that he's not yet done with torturing me, for as his tongue curls between my legs and finds my quivering sphincter, he shamelessly shoves it right into me!

With only my claves sticking out from his puckered lips and his tongue now ramming in and out of my abused pucker, Ry?za squeezes the cum from my belly as if I were a juicy grape, and when he starts to swallow, I fear that he might be using his own semen to help guide me down his oesophagus, but with his grip on my legs and tongue in my ass, he holds me in place as waves of baby batter and saliva wash over my face and threaten to drown me.

The gravity of my situation means little in this moment where terror collides with pleasure, for as much as this is the most terrifying moment of my entire life, each sensation is met with an unorthodox sense of pleasure. With my penis rubbing against his hard palate, his tongue shoved in my depth, and my body being embraced by his warm flesh, my mind is broken by the conflicting feelings as Ry?za forces moans from my trembling lips.

Everything hurts just as much as it brings me pleasure, and as soon as he breaks my last resistance, I cannot fight my orgasm, for with a few simply flickers of his tongue, my knot swells and starts spitting out sperm into his already cum filled mouth. My climax hurts this time, and I doubt it's only from how raw my insides are, but because my balls have little left to offer. I hump desperately into the roof of his mouth as I spill my seed, completely uncaring of my impending doom when Ry?za pulls his tongue free from my quivering asshole.

I'm so overwhelmed with every emotion and thought racing through my mind, writing in a pleasure that should not be found in the maw of a beast, that I have no sense of urgency, not even as my world is sent upside down. As I am caught in the throes of pleasure, the dragon raises his head till his snout is pointed at the ceiling, but it's only when gravity takes hold that reality catches up with me, for as I feel myself sliding down his throat without Ry?za even needing to swallow, I start fighting my descent as much as I do my ongoing orgasm.

My strangled voice cries out into the long tunnel of flesh below me in one of the most conflicted sounds I've ever heard. My feet are the only things left outside his mouth now, and with my swollen belly caught in the opening of his throat, nothing is stopping him from stealing me from the world forever.

I'm starting to feel faint from more than just the fear swirling through my mind or the lack of clean air, for with Ry?za teasingly flexing his neck and squeezing cum from both my lips and rearend, it's clear to me that he is enjoying my terror, of hearing my pleasure mix with agony as he crushes more than just my body, but just as quickly as a rumble of enjoyment rattles the dragon's throat, so too does every ring of muscle lining his oesophagus clench, and even though it feels as if he tries to swallow as weakly as possible, I am effortlessly pulled deeper into the depths of the beast!

My howling is cut short by the powerful muscles that constrict me and tug me down into the swelteringly warm confines of his gullet, and with my arms pinned to my sides and my feet slipping through his puckered lips, Ry?za slurps my tail up like a noodle and steals me from the world completely! Only my legs remain caught in his mouth now, and with the dragon teasingly lapping at my feet, he seems to be taking one last taste of me, for as I feel his neck tense once again, I know that there is nothing I can do to stop what next happens.

Whatever breath I was able to draw in is once more stolen from me when Ry?za swallows, and with my snout parting the wet flesh before me, I slide down his throat with absolutely no resistance. I almost pass out from how fiercely his body constricts me, but as I feel my toes disappearing through the opening of his oesophagus, I become painfully aware of more than just my own thumping heart, for as I come to rest deep within his flesh, I start to understand that the pounding sound in my ears comes from more than just my own panic.

Pulsating against my chest is what I soon understand to be Ry?za's heart, and from its rhythm, it's easy to tell that he is just as excited by swallowing me as I am horrified by it. It's hitting my face just as fiercely as his knot once did my anal ring, echoing with a thrum that deafens all other sounds. Understanding that I'm somewhere inside his chest assaults me just as heavily as the realisation that I cannot be the first beastman he's ever swallowed alive, for with how effortlessly he's ingested me, it's clear that Ry?za has experience with it.

I'm so disorientated that I don't even realise that the dragon is swallowing again until I feel his heartbeat move down my stomach and over my legs, but it's as I'm being squeezed out deeper into his body that my snout is smooshed against something just as unyielding as my once virgin asshole. Between my hungry gasps for breath and dizzying thoughts, I quickly realise that I have reached the entrance to his belly, and that little now separates me from a most cruel fate.

A culmination of everything has left me broken and defeated to the point that I can't even struggle anymore. I can barely breath with how fiercely his oesophagus constricts me, and with how much despair fills my heart, I feels as if I could simply pass from this would without even realising I've died, yet before death can grace me, the winking squinter my snout is pressed into suddenly puckers and opens like a well lubed asshole, and before I can even realise what is going on, it widens like a gaping fish and sucks me in!

I gasp for breath more out of instinct than any cognitive decision, for as my head is pulled into a much wider chamber, I inhale sharply as spots fill my vision, and despite life returning to my clouded thoughts, I immediately wish that I hadn't, for the foul odour filling my lungs is so potent, so retched that I start choking. The fumes swirling in what I soon realise to be Ry?za's stomach are stronger than the most concentrated of vinegars and as sour as a hundred lemons, but just as quickly as breath reaches me, so too is it stolen, for as my entire head pops into his spacious belly, so too does his cardiac sphincter wrap around my neck and start strangling me!

Either through the oxygen fuelling my thoughts or the fear of my neck being snapped by his stomach ring, my panic reawakens and I start thrashing! Despite being depraved of proper thought, some part of me still understands how futile this is, for as my claws drag across the flesh in his throat, unable to pierce it just as much as I'm unable to escape my demise, I know there is no way out but down, and thankfully, or perhaps regrettably, Ry?za is more than happy to ease my suffering.

Having my body constricted by each rippling wave of muscle in his neck is an experience I could not rightfully compare to anything I've ever felt before. His neck tightens around my toes and squeezes down my legs, across my still throbbing shaft, and forces the air from my lungs in the same motion that it spits more of my body out into his unwelcoming stomach, and despite expecting his cardiac sphincter to have as much trouble ingesting the widest part of my body, it swallows up my shoulders without much issue.

The ring of flesh slurps me up like a hungry pair of lips, pushing me out into a much wider space just as ravenously as the dragon had fucked me. While Ry?za's gut is far more accommodating than his throat, my head is quick to press against the other end of his stomach when the cardiac sphincter wraps around my midsection and grips me as tightly as an abusive lover.

I'm barely able to cringe from the pain of being constricted by the powerful ring of flesh, for the drake swallows directly after, and as the cardiac sphincter puckers, so too does it spit out more of my body into his gut. I am sucked into Ry?za's fleshy sack all the way up to my hips, and with my upper back now pressed into his meaty walls, so too am I forced to curl forward.

I don't waste my chance at yanking my arms free from the unforgiving ring of flesh and pressing my paws into the sopping wet flesh surrounding me, but no matter how hard I scratch or how much force I use, the meaty walls of his gut are seemingly far too thick to penetrate. It's tough like cured leather, but just as flexible as any of the sheep organs I've held. I scrape my claws through the rugae lining is belly, fully expecting to tear his gut open and fight my way out from the inside, but my fingers just glide through his flesh as if I were trying to cut through iron.

As I grunt in frustration at my failed attempts, Ry?za continues to swallow, completely unperturbed by my struggle, and when his stomach ring spits my rounded ass into his belly, so too am I forced into a curled-up position. My efforts to escape are momentarily paused when my neck is craned so far forward that my chin is presses into my chest, but the realisation that I'm almost fully inside his stomach causes my panic to go into overdrive.

I'm exhausted beyond belief, but fear guides each thrashing motion I make, yet no amount of struggling can stop my legs from sliding down his sopping wet throat as the drake gulps once again. I try to straighten them out and stop my legs from spilling through his cardiac sphincter, to spread them apart and prevent myself from being ingested whole, but my fate was sealed from the very moment that Ry?za had first laid his eyes upon me, for with unbeatable strength and a ravenous hunger, the dragon I thought my friend swallows powerful and spits the rest of my body out into his stomach!

My legs shoot through his oesophagus much faster than any other part of me. The motion causes my knees to slam into my chest and effectively force the breath from my lungs, and as my snout is forced between them, so too am I forced to curl into a complete foetal position. I am so stunned at the sensation of being despotised into his stomach that I am momentarily immobilised by the absurdity of it all, and even as I feel the cardiac sphincter slurp up my tail and the walls begin to settle into place, I'm barely able to get anything more than a weak whimper of protest to leave my trembling lips.

With my arms pinned to my sides and my neck craned forward, I have virtually no space to move. I try to push my feet out and use my arms to create some room between me and the sopping wet flesh rubbing all over my body, but my efforts are utterly futile. Ry?za's gut holds me firmly in place, and with how many different fluids fill his absolutely putrid gut, my frantic movements only help in draining my strength when I start to hyperventilate.

My gasps for air are short and sharp as I become increasingly dizzy, and with how frantic my thought are, I fear I may yet pass out before I can find a solution to escape such a cruel end, yet before the spots filling my darkened vision can steal me from the world, the sound of Ry?za swallowing is quickly followed by a rush of wind that is as warm as a summer gale.

I gasp from more than just life returning to me from what I soon understand to be air that the dragon has swallowed, but enough cognition returns for me to understand that I was suffocating, and even though fear continue to guide my racing heart, I do my best not to waste what little oxygen has just been granted to me, and it's in this moment that I start questioning why I've even been granted breath at all. Did Ry?za seriously just swallow air with the knowledge that I would suffocate without it? Is he... Is he getting some type of pleasure by assuring that I remain alive inside of his belly??

Tears spill from my eyes in a combination of terror and anger, but as my paws ball into fists and my claws dig into my pads, all my frustrations turn into despair. I start sobbing like a pup abandoned in the woods. The realisation that Ry?za has betrayed me from the very start is so hear breaking that it almost feels as if the hurt could kill me. I feel foolish for ever believing this could have ended any other way. I knew from the very beginning that he would eat me. How could I have been so ignorant to believe he wanted me to sooth his loneliness? Was I really so desperate for attention that I started falling in love with a feral beast?

My bawling is stilted by a loud and resounding " BUURRP!" that shakes his entire stomach. The meaty walls gripping me rattle right before tightening! All the space I was allotted is abruptly expelled out from the fleshy tube overhead and forces me into an even tighter ball! I immediately cry out in pain at how fiercely his gut squeezes me, and while my vision has been dark from the very moment he fucked my snout into his gullet, I can feel it deepening through more than just a lack of sight.

My body starts thrashing through a desperate instinct to survive, but my fight is quickly stopped by the insanely powerful stomach. It subdues my thrashing into weak twitches as my mind slowly becomes foggier with each failed beath I take. My eyes roll back in my skull as I become starved for oxygen, and as my body begins to convulse, I fear that this may be it, that I won't even be granted a chance to lament my mistakes, but right as it feels as if death would take me, another wave of hot air washes over my face and brings me back to life!

Gasping as Ry?za's stomach expands alongside his breath, I lash out and hit his meaty walls as if trying to retaliate, but not five minutes goes by before the dragon once more expels all the air in belly through a resounding burp. This begins a most torturous cycle where my consciousness is drained till my body falls limp and all thought leaves my mind, before once more being thrust back into me as the drake sucks in another breath.

Ry?za starts to toy with me like the villain I've come to realise he is. These gaps between awareness and my receding thoughts becomes shorter and shorter as he alternates between stealing my breath and swallowing down more air. Time begins to lose all meaning in his harrowing embrace as the shadows of my mind swirl and morph from panic to stilted relief that I'm still alive.

Hours seem to pass by as the dragon I had once thought to be my friend lays in his nest, soaking in the delight of having his belly filled with my shape and continues to toy with my life in some sick game of asphyxiation. I'm not sure how long I hold on for, but my fight is drained from me with each cycle until I can't even distinguish which way is up, and before I know it, my life is stolen from me as I am crushed beneath his unrelenting grip...

~Day - V~

My eyes suddenly shoot open as I find myself gasping for breath! My whole body is thrashing about as confusion runs rampant through my mind, but no matter how much I press my paws into the soft and absolutely drenched walls I find myself encased in, they offer no explanation to what's going on. I'm surrounded by darkness and just as drenched at the squelching substance my fingers curl into, but no amount of blinking helps to clear my vision from the shadows that assault me. Yet it's as I'm flailing about and struggling to unfurl my body that I notice the sack holding me is swaying side to side, and as I realise this, so do I remember exactly where I am...

Ry?za swallowed me alive... He fucked me raw, bred me like a common bitch, filled my stomach with his virile seed, and just... He ate me alive as if I were nothing more than an after-sex snack...

I slump into the meaty walls of his gut as my spirits sink. My mind becomes almost blank as I feel Ry?za's belly swaying side to side. I can tell that he's moving about, and after scraping out his gastric acids from my ears, I focus on the faint noises I can hear coming from outside my fleshy prison and immediately hear the distinctive sound of his wings flapping.

I quickly realise that he must be taking his morning flight, that I must have remained passed out for the entire night. No, wait... I do vaguely recall waking up each time I was choked for breath before being forced to passing out again by his constricting belly. It almost feels like some bad nightmare, but with how exhausted I am, how sore my body is, and how I'm barely able to retain a focused thought, this is far from the fever dreams I used to have as a pup.

Sighing out in what feels like resignation, I find myself breathing much easier than the anguishing gasps I was making yesterday. Ry?za's belly is filled with a sufficient amount of air that I'm not being crushed to death, but nowhere near spacious enough to make this curled up position comfortable.

As I slosh around in the thick layer of gastric juices lining his stomach, my thoughts involuntarily return to the days that I had spent with the dragon. Honestly, the time we had together was really nice... So much so that I thought I had made a lifelong friend in him, and when things became intimate, I seriously considered that we could maybe become even more...

My thought of how naïve I am are broken when a sharp pain shoots up my backside and reminds me of just how rough the drake was last night. Not only am I sore from being kept in this cramped curled up position, but my insides literally feel bruised. I'm almost certain that his rough mating caused irreversible damage to my organs, not that it really matters, for I doubt I'll survive very long in here even with Ry?za periodically gulping down air.

Fighting the urge to cry, I fail to stifle my whimpers as regret tears through me. I knew that leaving my village would be dangerous, I knew that my life was in jeopardy as soon as Ry?za brought me to his home, I knew that our friendship was not normal for a prisoner and his abductor, and I certainly knew that it was not a good idea to get sexually involved with a feral animal, yet I still ignorantly thought that this would all work out somehow... But here I am. Soaking in the acidic juices of a predator's gut. My life has amounted to nothing more than food for a dragon I once thought to be my friend.

My mood darkens further as I start to think about all the things I'll never get to experience, and as the aches of my broken body continue to intensity, I start wishing that I had drowned myself when I had the chance. My asshole is burning worse than the first time I ever ate pork curry. Not only is my anal ring been stretched so irreversibly wide that I can't even pucker it anymore, but it's even more exposed to the gastric acids than I am, and with how it constantly stings, I know it's from more than just being violently fucked.

The only comfort I have right now is the warmth of his belly and the gentle rocking it makes as he soars above the ground. Ry?za's gut is almost sweltering hot, kinda like an overly heated bath, yet somehow as comforting as a hug. Closing my eyes makes it feel as if I were being rocked in the arms of a caring lover. I try to steady my thoughts through this feeling and find a space between my despair and anger to calm my mind, but the realisation that I'm going to die in here has me asking myself if I would rather leave this world in terror or with a calm heart, to die in peace, or to fight till my last breath...

I jolt from my thoughts, not realising that I had passed out until my body lurches forward. My gaze darts around the gurgling shadows, but only darkness greets me. I don't know why I had expected for the inside of his gut to glow with the daylight washing over his body, but it would seem that his scales are far too thick to even allow me once last moment of sight.

It's as reality catches up with me that I realise Ry?za is no longer airborne. I can tell that he's lying on his side, and if my days spent with him have taught me anything, he's reclined outside. I try not to imagine how he must look splayed out on the flat rock and bathing in the sunlight, but as his stomach gurgles and the walls around me quiver, I fear that he may yet begin my torture anew, but when I instead feel a slight movement from the meaty walls surrounding me, I start to understand that a much more agonising process is about to begin.

As I feel Ry?za's gut start to come to life, so too do I realise just how dire my situation truly is. I mean... I understood that I'm going to die in here, but with the dragon constantly replenishing my air supply, I finally grasp the idea that I'm going to be alive and conscious throughout the whole digestion process!

The harrowing thought of dying is such a torturous way sparks a new kind of fear in me, and I immediately restart my struggle to escape. My first thought is that maybe I could upset his stomach enough for Ry?za to regurgitate me, that I could try to make a mad dash to that pond and drown myself before he gets me. As much as I'd like to somehow survive this whole endeavour, I'd much rather kill myself in that basin that endure having the flesh melted from my bones!

As I kick my legs into his gut, thrash my arms and snap my jaws like a feral animal, the stomach holding me continues to awaken as if my efforts were nothing more than encouragement. The meaty walls start to undulate in the softest of motions, steadily increasing with each wave that washes over me. Peristalsis starts to shift the flesh around me in the same way Ry?za's throat had squeezed me, but unlike the violent way his oesophagus constricted me, his stomach caresses me more like a caring lover trying to calm down his partner.

After struggling for long enough that I tire myself out, the dragon's stomach has awakened fully, enough that the walls start sloshing the fluids around and fold over one another, brushing my fur like a master stroking his pet.

Having gutted enough animals to know how amazing the inside of a body is, I still find myself surprised by how powerful a stomach can truly be as the first stages of my digestion begins. The undulating walls are soft and stretchy enough that it almost feels as if I could rip them apart, but tense and tighten as stiff as stone when they grind into me much like how their owner had pressed his knot against my back door.

I become a little too enamoured by the unnatural feeling of his gut working me over, but as the many fluids filling his belly start to wash over my face and spill into my mouth, I find myself spluttering as I create as much room between me and the undulating walls. The loud bodily noises of his gut reverberate through me powerfully, shaking my body with each groan, gurgle, and growl; Almost as if vocalising how satisfied it is to grind against my helpless form.

While I've been covered in a myriad of bodily fluids since I was spat out in his gut, I can still tell that the walls have become a lot slimier than before, actively secreting juices with each squelch and fold they make; Very different from the saliva, mucus, or cum I've been stewing in. It's thick like honey, but nauseatingly sour like the strongest of vinegars. And the stench... Gods, the stench it terrible! I had somewhat become used to inhaling the acrid fumes around me, but these new juices are so much more foul smelling that each breath I takes leaves me gagging!

As I choke on the newfound fetor filling his gut, the walls of Ry?za's belly start to mould me like clay. The fleshy folds of his stomach make lapping like motions across my fur, rolling along my body and slathering me in his viscous enzymes, slowly bloating his gut with the caustic fumes they create. It almost feels like being massaged by someone who has no idea what they're doing. I'm squeezed and kneaded like a piece of dough, unable to escape their embrace as I'm bathed in these honey-like liquids.

All I can do to fight the peristalsis is curl up into a tight ball with my snout buried between my legs, but even that cannot same me from the powerful motions of his stomach. I become painfully aware of that my skin is prickling, one I have no doubt to be caused by the enzymes eating away at my flesh.

Shutting my mouth and eyes, I try to not swallow the fluids that are already burning my lips, and even though I curl my tail over my abused anal ring, not even that can save me from the burn. This is the beginning of the end, and nothing I do will stop it. I briefly consider using my claws to cut my throat open, to perhaps suck in enough gastric acids to choke myself, but either through defeat or cowardice, I dare not move...

As I'm swished around his stomach to the point that I don't even know which way is up, feeling more and more of my strength drain from me with each caress his hungry gut makes, I become aware of a new sensation from outside my prison; One I'm quickly able to identify as Ry?za poking me with his snout. He can probably hear my whimpers, and is either inspecting my stiff form to assure that I am indeed still alive, or is simply enjoying the feeling of having his stomach filled with someone he had once fucked.

My cries of despair turn into a bark of defiance as I try to push his face away, but the dragon nuzzles me without concern for my shouting or protest. My angry quickly turns to tears as I am subjected to his affectionate touch, and when a growl rumbles in his throat, I can't stop the next wave of tears that spill from my eyes as I imagine just how satisfied a smirk he must be wearing.

I shut my eyes and struggle to not choke on each sharp breath I take, quickly turning my focus to blocking out the world around me, to concentrate on anything but the undulating flesh and squelching grumbles, but being tenderised as if I were a piece of meat is too much for my mind to bear, and I once more find myself becoming hysterical as the fear of death consumes my thoughts...

I jolt as if waking from a bad dream, but unlike before, I'm quick to understand where I am and that I mut have passed out, and not only because his gut is just as active as before, but it's far hotter than I can bear. I'm not sure how long I was asleep this time, but my entire body is prickling as if I were being bitten by a thousand little ants.

Not only is breathing much more difficult with how hot his gut has become, but as I pay closer attention to my body, I realise that this sensitivity feels kinda... Good? I mean, other than the prickly feeling tingling beneath my fur, something about his stomach constantly grinding into me is starting to feel nice...

As I continue to involuntarily twitch against each caress, waves of goosebumps thrash across my hypersensitive skin and send strange sparks of pleasure to my brain. The sensation is very much akin to how it felt having Ry?za's tongue wriggling around my insides, as it sends a similar thrill up my spine, and despite knowing that it's born from danger, I can't help but lean into each brush his slimy walls make against me.

How long have I been in here? I've lost my sense of time. All I know is the oppressive darkness, the sweltering heat, and the squelching groans of his gut. I wonder how much longer till this pleasurable feeling is replaced with a burning one? How much longer till I...

My brows furrow as those dark thoughts from before return, and as they do, I can't help but wish I had more time left in this world... I only wanted to make a name for myself by leaving my village, to find work I could be proud of, to find a reason worth living for. A purpose to exist in this world. Just... Something that would tell me my life meant a damn! But here I am. Deep inside the gurgling gut of a beast. My dreams stolen just as cruelly as the dragon who betrayed my trust.

I wish I had stayed home... Growing old in my small village, even if it meant never finding love, doesn't seem so bad against this fate... I wonder if my parents will worry about me? I did tell them that I would send word once I had arrived at the city, and once I had found a job, some gold to help make their lives easier. I hope they can understand that I never meant for this...

I'm snapped from my thoughts when Ry?za's stomach picks up the pace, bathing me in the tar-like juices of his stomach and really grinding into me. Despite keeping my mouth closed, I keep accidently inhaling his gastric acids through my nose, and trying to spit them out only helps in shoving more in my maw. The taste kinda makes me think of uncooked meat and boiled eggs that were left marinating in spoilt wine for too long. It's absolutely repulsive.

The newfound pace of his very active gut indivertibly causes more fumes to expand in the dragon's belly, and in turn, for Ry?za to burp out all my precious air much sooner than normal. Having the meaty walls of his gut grind into me now that it is active is far worse than before, and with how little energy I have, it doesn't take much for his stomach to drain my strength. I'm unable to fight it's crushing grip, and it's only when my body starts to thrash that the drake decides to grant me air.

I kinda wish he's just let me die... Why must he torture me like this? Does Ry?za enjoy the feeling of me squirming around? Perhaps derive some sort of pleasure from hearing my whimpers? I really wish I could have understood him better, perhaps if I did, things might have ended differently...

I knew Ry?za was intelligent from the very first moment that we met, but I didn't realise the full magnitude of just how smart he is. I played right into his paws like a true preykin; Enough that I almost feel as if I deserve this fate. I'm just... Why didn't he rape me from the get-go? Why go through all that trouble of getting to know me? Do I perhaps taste better when he knows who I am? Maybe he's simply trying to learn our ways by using idiots like me as live test subjects? Heh... I can't believe I fell so easily for his charm...

My consciousness starts to wane as the drake returns to burping out my oxygen and leaving me to writhe around for a moment before gulping down another breath, but with how voraciously his stomach now grinds into me, it almost feels as if it will break bones! I try not to whimper, to not bring him the pleasure he surely derives from my cries of pain, but I can't help squirming and thrashing each time his stomach tightens around me.

Ry?za seems to know the exact moment I'm about to pass out too, because right as it feels like I'll be granted a merciful death, he rumbles in delight right before swallowing down another gulp of air. I start to lose my sense of self in these moments, my thoughts becoming just as hard as movement, and my ability to perceive anything other than his churning stomach just as impossible as escaping such a cruel fate...

I don't know if it's all in my mind or not, but I swear I can feel my body becoming more supple, as if the walls kneading my flesh are massaging all the stiffness away; Almost as if I were a piece of tough steak he were tenderising. And considering these very walls will eventually break me down into manageable pieces, I can only hope that I involuntarily drown on his stomach acids before I'm subjected to the pain of being ripped apart...

I wake through a seething pain that burns every inch of my body. I am being violently churned around Ry?za's stomach, and with how much I'm overheating, it almost feels as if I were trapped inside a boiling pot! But every other sensation is second next to the excruciating pain I feel. My body is wracked with searing hot agony that rakes across my skin in waves of misery.

I grip my calves tighter while seething through my teeth, but it's in this moment that I start to understand why I'm experiencing so much agony. My fingers run across my legs in disbelief as I feel my skin bereft of any fur! Every brush the meaty walls make against me is torture in its purest form, for I can literally feel each touch corrode my skin clean off, chaffing me just as raw as his cock had my insides! I bury my snout between my knees and try to endure the soul crushing hurt, but the pain is overwhelming in a way I never thought survivable.

I don't know if it's from how dizzy I am or how difficult it is to focus on anything other than the machinations of the dragon's stomach, but it seems much louder than before. His gut groans and gurgles as if moaning in pleasure at my agony, angrily abusing me like a lover who mistakes violence for kindness. I am torn between these lurid moments of being fully aware of my pain and a strange feeling of being half asleep, and as much as I try to allow myself to choke on the stomach juices I keep accidently inhaling, I can't stop my body from hacking them right back up through sheer instinct.

I've always had a higher pain tolerance than normal, and ma always told me that I had the spirit of a warrior, the soul of someone who refused to give up, and while I had thought that a blessing at the time, I can't help but wish I wasn't so resilient, because despite wanting nothing more than to live, I find myself praying for death to just take me and end this misery...

The pain of having my skin peeled from my body becomes too much for even my ironclad will to endure, for I start howling in one of the most primordial cries of pain I've ever released! I scream and thrash like a dying animal, and with how the air around me smells like burnt flesh, it's no wonder. I go from flailing like a landlocked fish to full blown seizures that steal all thought.

I'm not sure if my thrashing subsides or if I've simply died and not realised it, but I'm graced with a type of stillness that not even the shadows swathing through my mind can offer. I don't so much as feel like myself as I do understand that I am somehow alive, that despite not being able to feel my fingers, move my arms, or even open my eyes, I realise that I am still here.

The meaty walls of Ry?za's stomach continue to churn and groan, to squelch and grind into me with murderous intent, to break my bones and melt me into chyme, yet despite understanding that my life is about to come to a most unforgivable end, I don't feel pain, I don't feel fear, I just feel... Nothing.

Sloshing around inside his belly, I swear I can feel my body is being torn apart, that my fingers have long since snapped form my paws, that my lips have already melted from my face, and that my broken bones are poking through whatever skin I have left on my mangled frame.

No longer can I smell the fetid fumes that had once caused me to choke, no longer can I hear Ry?za's heart beating alongside my own, no longer can I sense each rumbling breath he takes, and no longer can I see the shadows that blinded me to all else but his cruelty. All my features have melted from my face, my testicals ripped clean out from my nutsack, and my tail torn from my rearend alongside my deteriorating form, and while I cannot sense it, some part of me knows that my strangled breathes are about to come to an end, that the rest of my body will soon be churned into the fetid slop swishing over me.

Who would have thought that this is how my life would end? Stewing in my own blood, soaking in my burnt flesh, and melting into nothing more than a chunk of meat inside an apex predator's stomach. I surely didn't... I thought I'd die happily in the arms of a strong beastman with a belly filled with his seed and a heart filled with his love. I really had so much I still wanted to do with my life, but as I feel my consciousness begin to wane, I know this is the end...

Will Ry?za think of me once I've melted down enough to pass through his intestines in the same way that his cock travelled through mine? Will he remember how much he made me smile once he's added my remains to pile of crap littering the grass? Will he recall the way I moaned out his name when my body does nothing more than fuel his strength? Will he honour all that I've taught him by being even kinder to the next beastman he abducts? I'm not certain, but I sure do hope that my memory lives on for him in some way...

I pray that I was at least able to help teach Ry?za something about our ways in our short time together. Hopefully he will be able to accommodate his next victim's needs more considerately before enacting his salacious plans. Not that he didn't look after me better than I thought any feral animal capable, but I do hope that the next beastman he captures will be able to experience as much joy as they can before Ry?za stuffs them inside his belly...

I'm not sure if I'm actually smiling, as I don't even have lips, let alone the motor function to do so, but I feel happy as I recall how Ry?za fed me, kept me warm, and listened to my ramblings as I snuggled against his body. How he expressed an understanding I never found in the beastfolk in my village, and when I became lonely, shared with me an intimacy I had only ever dreamed of.

Perhaps this is the price I had to pay for having experienced so much happiness? Was every joy he brought me laden with this price the entire time? Is this perhaps the way that he thinks? That eating me is warranted with how much kindness he showed me? I'm not sure if it's just the gastric acids eating away at my brain or if this is really how I feel, but I find myself accepting such a trade, finding that I would willingly offer my body to him again if it meant experiencing the things I did with Ry?za.

My dragon deserves his just rewards for how much he cared for me... I want him to take my flesh, I _need_him to. My only desire is to die inside his gut and become one with him, because as I feel my head being snapped from my shoulders, as I feel my intestines spill from my stomach and for my thoughts to melt into chyme, it almost feels as if I've achieved my purpose for being alive.

Maybe this is the very reason I was born into this world? Is this what I've been chasing all this time? Was it my destiny to fill the belly of this beast? To fuel him like the piece of meat I am? Was I born into this world only to become food for my dragon? I believe so... This is my dream, the very purpose I was meant to find. He is all I've ever needed in this world, and as I die inside my dragon's churning gut, I can only hope that Ry?za knows just how thankful I am to have met him...

~THE END~