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Sucked In and Seduced

**By Limewah

Patron Reward for Sanmer (August/September 2023)**

**Featuring characters from American Dragon : Jake Long

18+**

When the reports reached Jake Long, he had a pretty strong suspicion of the cause. People like him, with the power to transform into thought-to-be-mythical beasts, kept going missing in a forest for a few days at a time before stumbling back out in an amnesiac daze. They would continue to act erratically for a little while after - they began constantly trying to find excuses to go to the forest and bring others with them, plus their libido went into hyperdrive. On top of that they had a sort of strange unsteadiness on their feet, like they hadn't been used for a while and were just a little atrophied.

Finally, and most importantly, they felt a constant, nagging urge to go back there; one that most of them couldn't resist. They couldn't remember what happened, but they wanted it to happen to them again.

For their own safety, they'd been... well, 'imprisoned' was a word he didn't want to think about, but it was the best way to get the addiction out of their system, unfortunately.

The American Dragon was almost positive it was one of those pitfall creatures he'd dealt with in the past in that forest; he thought they'd been all dug out and humanely relocated, but maybe they'd missed a couple and now they were starting to breed again. He'd managed to avoid getting captured by them even back then, and had no intention of finding out what it was like.

The best way to evade them was, of course, to stay in the air and keep his eyes peeled for any telltale signs - the slightest discolouration in a patch of dirt, grass that looked as though it had been uprooted and spread out rather than growing naturally, or just old footprints abruptly ending before going back in the opposite direction.

It was that last one that ended up being his clue. He spied some large-clawed pawprints - they looked like a griffon's prints, quadrupedal. There were firmer steps leading to the point, and sluggish drag marks leading away. They wouldn't have been very visible from the surface, so it would have been easy to blunder into this trap.

"Alright," Jake said as he hovered overhead. "Looks like I've found-"

His wrists suddenly stung as two fibrous tentacles whip-cracked their way around them, gripping on tight like two snap bracelets. As he lifted his legs to kick at the bonds, two more grabbed him by his ankles and thighs, and yanked hard straight down.

Jake yelped and cursed as the coiled vines pulled taut. He didn't have time to brace himself and pull back, and was pulled with too much speed to slow his landing with his frantically beating wings.

With a wet squelch, he was embedded right up to the waist in the muck - slimier and wetter and warmer than you'd normally get with quicksand or mud. As the vines released his wrists, he tried to kick and scrabble, smoke billowing from his mouth as he struggled.

He braced himself for an intense sensation of some sort.- pain, or pleasure, or some mixture of the two.

None of those sensations ever came, though.

In fact, his legs ceased to feel any sort of sensation at all.

Before long, as his struggles settled, there was only one thought in Jake's head.

"Is that it?"

Two hours passed. Jake tapped his claws against the loamy dirt, while his other hand propped up his face. At this point he was just waiting for the ordeal to be over. He could still feel his legs - nominally, anyway. But the annoying numbness was still very much present.

His dragon dick was rock-hard too, and he could feel an orgasm approaching. Another one, to be precise. But there wasn't really anything he could do until the sentient quicksand he found himself in had had its fill.

It was going at him hard, too - he must have come, what, 3 or 4 times now? Hopefully the sensation would return in time for him to get at least a bit of the afterglow.

But who knew how long he was going to be stuck here...

His date night was shot, though. That was a bit frustrating. He couldn't exactly text Rose to apologise either. She'd understand, but it was still unfair on her... this beast had no idea just how much of a pain in the butt it was.

He felt another tug, and a prod between his cheeks. It got a grunt out of him - not a pleasured one, just a frustrated one.

"Alright, settle down," he grumbled.

-

All it had taken was one quick lash of my tendrils, and my food was well and truly buried in my mouth.

This one was particularly delicious. I would have released one of its kin by now, but this one deserved more attention.

And what a specimen.

Two mountain-like legs and a mound of flesh between them - not just the tail, but something wetter and slicker. I understood that this one was a male. The males were always my preferred type, and they always had been. More delicious, and more able to spread their seed. The mound of flesh between those massive thighs was the first thing I took a deep taste of once my many little mouths had numbed its lower half. It was soft, but in time, the pulsations of my flesh against its flesh made it grow, and grow, and grow even further. It was productive, too, leaking thick, clear pre-essence within seconds. Its essence erupted out and soaked into me within the first few moments, and the period between emissions was delightfully short.

It was a hearty meal.

The space beneath its tail was equally ripe for exploration. My teasing tendrils pushed inside, easing the numb flesh open. Warm and pliant and soft, no resistance the way some other meals had at first.

The luxurious tasting continued, my dark purple walls enclosed in tighter like a second skin, my many tiny feeling-mouths finding every nook and cranny they could explore.

The scales tasted so sweet. Sweeter than any I had tasted so far. Sweeter than any of the other meals I caught and released.

The first taste was always the best, of course ; the resistance and the need to fight a little for the meal made it taste even sweeter. The meals were still delicious when they came willingly, but there was a satisfaction to that first subdual that I always quite enjoyed. If there were a way to make them resist and wriggle once they had been conditioned, I would gladly take advantage.

I squeezed tighter, and felt the vibrations of his groan from above ground. It was not a pleasured one, it was one of annoyance.It seemed far less bothered than my other meals...

My sensitive upper carapace felt a tap-tap-tap against it, made by thin claws. It was an annoyance.

It was a slight shame that it didn't fight back more. I taste a resignation and annoyance on its scales, and on its shaft, even as it came again. That was something I could work on. Enthusiastic meals were almost as good as resistant ones.

Of course, part of that was due to the tooth I've tapped into its spine - catching the delicious fizzy tingles of electricity from the meal's nerves before they can reach the brain.

Those, too, were quite delicious.

As it came again, the meal's shaft swelled and throbbed a little more, now more than double its original girth. Once it became aroused on the surface, its mind would lose all its inhibitions with its deficit of blood.

I slipped more toxins into its thighs. It needed to be re-introduced quite regularly to ensure that the legs remained numb, and the muscles remained relaxed, and allow me in even deeper, and create more electric endorphin-taste for me to enjoy. It will become warmer, and softer, like when the mud above me gets kissed with sunlight. And it made it easier to steal your meal's essence, and eat and drink my fill.

Not to mention introduce some gifts of my own. I prodded against his tailhole. Globules of liquid endorphin float through my thrusting tendrils and slither inside. When they melt and burst inside its gut, they will absorb straight into the meal's blood, and suffuse it with an arousal it wouldn't even notice until its mind-shattering climax arrived.

That drumming was quite irritating, though... but of course, I did have a method for fixing that.

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