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"Blissfully innocent, exceptionall full"

Written by Kazebi

Written for Kiba

The day was bright as the sun fell around the plain, the heat not yet sinking in deep enough to dry the grass under paw. Flowers not yet ready to bloom, but budding, hiding their colors almost shyly from the world around them, some bold enough to peak from their protective green casing to tease with a little flash of powerful color. No shade in sight, no tree to break the long flat landscape before the cheetah that traversed this lonely path.

Kiba was lost, though he wasn't all to displeased about it. He knew what general direction he was going, he knew where he wanted to end up, but this path was so different to the feline. Instead of the harsh winds and the unbroken blanket of winter white, the land was alive, breathing , boasting with life, even hiding the small treasures that were lost to all but the keenest of eyes. He took immense pleasure in spotting these lost treasures. Small signs of life, piles of feathers from some long since captured bird. Stalking lizards on the leaves about to make a meal of some unsuspecting insect, It all made him smile

The cheetah wasn't scared of being lost, or really of being assaulted, he didn't have much of anything and only enough coins for a night at an inn and maybe if he asked kindly, a meager meal to go on. Being a happy creature, he often found agreeable company, even if sometimes feeling more than a little intimidated. He strode forward at a quick pace, though happy to take a leisurely stroll, he had a place to be, and the sooner he could get there, the quicker he could fill his coin purse.

The grass eventually gave way to game trails, paths traveled more often by the wildlife. Staying close to these paths was something he lived by. He trusted his feet well enough, but was always cautious, after all, who would come to his rescue should he take a step into a long forgotten trap, not that he'd ever encountered one, but he didn't like taking the chances. After a good while, curiously enough as he pressed on, the trail widened to the point where a pretty sizable company to cross though unhindered.

The path continued like this even till the sun had begun to fall from the sky, dropping down to kiss the horizon, spreading thickening darkness through the woods. Darkness wasn't so much a hindrance since he could see through it. As he looked through the woods, a small speck caught his eye in the darkness, A dancing light. He was curious, turning his head to the side a bit, he moved towards it, taking time to note the direction of the path so he could find it later. Making a careful way through the underbrush, he came up to the source of the light. A roaring bonfire surrounded by a caravan.

Inside the ring of carts, strangely dressed dancers made lustrous and provocative movements in some intricate weaving of bodies and motion, enchanting to the eyes as a soft desire flushed through his form. He didn't notice the time pass as the dance waned on into the night, dancers changing, pace increasing and decreasing to the changing music. His mind was so entranced, he was taken completely off guard as he was pushed forward from behind.

As soon as he hit the ground a foot was on his back, pinning him there. It was a heavy wide foot, one that kept him pinned more out of fear than of its actual position. A heavy deep-set voice bellowed out above him, "LOOKIE WAH WE GAH HERE! A PAIR'O PEEPERS SIZEN US UP!"

Kiba flushed hotly in fear, letting out a loud mewl as he shook in his plight, stammering over his words he tried to turn his head ineffectively, "I-I was only looking, I d-didn't m-mean anything by it, it just looked so amazing, I couldn't stop myself! P-please don't hurt me!"

The voice laughed a deep boisterous laugh as others came to look at the spectacle. "I dair sai, yew soud moh an' moh like a poh lil dibbun. Boi quit yoh yappin and pick yohself up. Likely tan yoh hide for sneekinroun he-"

A burly towering wolf walked up to the one atop of Kiba and gave him a push making him stumble back, "lighten up you southern bear, not everyone wants to be seen as plain as day, probly has a good reason for sneekin around here, fugitive or something other."

The lithe cheetah faltered a bit, tripping over his feet as he stumbled upwards feeling a little overwhelmed at the group of men, many stronger than he was, a few taller, only making him fear all the greater. "I-I didn't, don't want trouble, only looking, sorry, don't hurt me"

"Fugiteeve huh? Moh like a sneevlin nobody. Nah werda tham. "

The werewolf rolled his eyes, "If your accent gets any thicker, I will throw you out personally for being too dumb to speak. Get this cat a spot to stay since you seem so dead set to call him a 'boi' you can tend to his needs." Turning to the shaking and confused Kiba, he offered his paw, "Welcome to our traveling troupe, we don't have much, but it looks like you have even less. We do good to those that do good to us, and since we believe in being FAIR", the wolf made a pointed stare at the bear, "We, as a troupe, are going to offer yourself, a fairly tolerable stay with us for this night."

Kiba felt a little hot around the ears, still very unsure of what to do and more than confused at the sudden change from angry and pinned to pleasant and inviting, he couldn't think of anything else to do other than nod his head weakly in response. "Great, Tarow" the wolf nodded towards the bear with the southern accent, "Will see that you have food in your paws and a place to rest your head for the night And seeing as you came at just the right time, you get to see us practice our dance once more, lucky you, few get to see it more than once. "

Kiba was a little unsettled by the awkward smile that crept over the wolfs lips, deciding to pass it off as nothing he gave a weak smile back. After all, what's the worst they could do? He shuddered as thoughts began to fly through his mind but soon dismissed them as everyone but the bear turned their attention back to their prior activities, some circling the fire and beginning to skip to a steadily increasing beat as the dance began anew A tweak to his ear drew his attention back to the bear in front of him.

Tarow had a very disapproving glare on his muzzle, he pointed behind him to the camp. "git."

Kiba bent his head down, ears sliding back and tail hanging low, curling along his calf as he walked past the bear. A heavy rumble came through his chest, Kiba jumped at the sound before he realized it was hunger making the turmoil. Marching behind him, Tarow made a few gestures to some of the troupe and they brought a fair amount of leftover stew from their pot. After the warm meal Kiba was lead to a small plot on the ground in the middle of the camp.

"We keep a steady watch all night, gives the elderly something to do to keep their stay and some of the users of the older magics tend to practice under the moon. Don't be surprised if there's some strange happenings in the night, they tend to keep to themselves though, we keep em around cause they bring in a pretty coin when we go anywhere. "

Kiba looked around curiously, Tarow had switched out with some large bellied shorter fox, the orange pelt looked almost as dismal as Kiba felt.

"Foods in the pot, eat it at your own risk, never know what those mages put in there after dark Hell, they might even drugged you already, hurr hurr hurr" the fox walked off as he laughed at the comment.

Surely they wouldn't do any such thing, it would be highly unreasonable to poison the entire camp, and what reason would there be for doing it? None, None at all, I'm safe, I just need to stay away from that bear.

He ate in silence, warming up to the camp a little bit at a time, thinking about how nice it would be to travel with friends, and always have others to watch over you as you sleep and soon he formed a blanket of security around himself. Looking around the camp he found many idols, even a few close to him, a small dragon, blue with a silver belly, large expansive wings, a big round full belly and an open muzzle, almost as though asking for more. He thought it was a fun little stature, reminding him about a little baby bird always eating from its parents.

As he ate, he found sleep becoming an increasingly appealing idea. Holding his bowl in his paws, not quite sure where to put, it, he looked around for anyone that happened by, only then noticing that it had become rather quiet and eerie. Being the docile creature that he was, he smiled to himself_, well at least they keep a good sleep schedule_. The coals of the bonfire still gave an angry sputter of flame every here and there, fighting the battle of being extinguished.

Kiba took to his spot after setting aside his bowl, the night was a pleasant cool, not too hot to be irritating, but not overly chill to need anything to cover up with. He took the small bed mat provided for him, a good deal thicker than his own, and laid down upon it for the night. His mind quickly fell to the fluid confusion of dreams, sinking into the depths of darkness as they flooded with that all too familiar false light.

It was a soft meadow, much like the one he walked through. Straight ahead, all he could see was grass, rolling hills and false blue skies. He was happy, and he walked through the grass, his body felt light, and he laughed into the air, a happy, melodic laugh that echoed in a strange deep manner. He paused in his step, mulling over the sound, and laughed again, this one a forced laugh, testing the air for that peculiar echo. The sound returned and lingered, a heavy deep throaty laugh. He turned his head, looking behind him, and there stood another.

"Who are you?"

With a chuckle that bordered on a cackle, the form began to take a more prominent shape, growing larger as it focused, almost as though puling itself from the air around it. It had a wide smile, that reached one side of its muzzle, wings that folded to hide their immense size, and scales that glimmered and danced as the sun shone from them.

"I am a friend, you may call me Negas. I have found you after much searching and eagerly anticipated this moment for a long long time."

Kiba blushed softly as he was put on the spot, "Are you sure you have the right person?"

"More so than I care to divulge." a soft smile creased the dragons lips. "You seem a little lost, may I help you to find shelter?"

"Shelter seems like a splendid idea, but where, I don't see anything around that could count as shelter in the least. "

"I will take you to my dwelling, it is in this valley and it is a very humble place to be, but will suffice for our purpose. I'll even have dinner waiting for us to arrive. "

"Dinner?"

"Indeed dinner."

"That sounds really good. Okay, so where do we go?"

There was a sudden storm of wind and Kiba closed his eyes to shield from it. Upon opening them, the valley had moved. There was a rocky outcropping and a deep seated cavern that led into the ground.

"That was a pleasant ride now wasn't it." The smile on the dragons face was a little unsettling, but Kiba knew he was friendly, why would he ever desire to hurt the one he was looking for? It didn't matter, darkness was closing in, the sky was a dark stained purple with a blur of orange on the horizon. He had no real choice, and he didn't mind.

"Food will be in the cave. Please, if you will." The dragon extended his wing to the tunnel and Kiba walked in with confidence. The tunnel son became dark, and only dropped further into darkness as the dragon followed, blocking off all light. A warm chuckle echoed behind Kiba, his heart jumped on the chance to relieve his fear as he laughed out loud.

His laughter was short lived as he felt a heavy paw shove him forward, "MEEP!" He threw his paws out in front of himself as he stumbled only to falter on a slick rock, falling down on all fours, his tail flailing to counter balance. His breathing was heavy through the moist air, "Hey, what are y-yooOOOWW!"He felt heavy claws dig into his back, pressing him down hard, making his arms buckle as he felt the dirt sink into his fur.

The dirt was soon shoved out of his mind as he felt something more prominent and more to the point, an answer to his questions. He felt the dragon's tongue slide along his sphincter, shivering as it felt all the world of wrong. The warm slick saliva soon cooling leaving that tender flesh feeling as cold as the stark realization of what was about to happen struck him in all reality. This dragon is going to rape me!

It was hard to breathe, even as he tried to scream out, the blue dragon only lashed his backside again with that hot tongue. The young cheetah shivered from his core. "No, w-wait, ngyah, you can't! I didn't do anything to you! Why!"

The voice changed, deeper, lethargic, victorious."I told you I was waiting on you, someone gullible enough to believe me, trusting enough to go first and eager to find a friend. You were never my friend, you were my toy. "

"But I didn't waAUGH!!"

A tremendous pressure shoved at his backdoor, he felt his body open up to the plying force and a hard hot staff enter in, invade him, violate his body. It sank forward and he cringed the entire time whining out as his backend squeezed tight to try to push the intruder out. It burned, every inch of it burned as it thrashed forward, and all he could hear was the low growl of approval that came from above. It wasn't hard to tell that he had never been bedded by another male. His body seamed to hold tight to itself as Negas pressed in, seeping pleasure from the little cats defilement, eager to complete it even as he started.

The dragon's girth drove out of the cheetah's body, stiff thick barbs all along the underside of his shaft dug through soft flesh bending against their natural flow and exposing the softer underside of that shaft, sharp tingles of pleasure, all five barbs drilling electricity through the dragons body. The cheetah underneath hissed as the barbs raked his insides, the pain was truly intense, so rough, so hot, burning as each thrust came, and each draw back only grappled the same line of flesh again and again, his prostate feeling abused beyond its reason to be. He shut his eyes and groaned out in pain. Only the feeling of lingering warmth and a slickness that grew as the dragon continued, gave him any relief at all.

Negas bent over on top of his captive, using his weight to add power to his hips as he shifted a little to raise the cat's tail end further. His thrusts came down, burying more of his girth into that powerless victim of his, a sleeve for his pleasure. Hot not only with embarrassment, but fear and pain, tight with the feeling of being taken against its will and the need to attempt to squeeze him out, indeed this little cat would serve him well for his pleasuring needs, even if it was a virgin.

His large form heaved forward as pre spilled from his shaft, the insides of the cheetah becoming slick with his preseed, filling Kiba with the dragon's unbridled desires. Caring less and less as each moment passed on for the comfort of the fur covered body beneath him. His viral seed moved within him, stirring at the motions of the body, internal testicles knowing exactly what was happening and becoming active again to supply for the inevitable loss. The blue dragons hips dove down again and for the first time, he hilted into the abused cheetah beneath him, soft sobs filling the air as pain lanced like bolts through the cat, only now beginning to feel something a little more, something disturbing, exotic, an arousal from the deepest depths of shame within his mind, one that seared his being into submission slowly, working over his resistance little by little, till it wasn't there. The dragons scent permeated the air as he took the little form pinned beneath him. That didn't stop him from noticing it as well, the scent, the smell of his captive, enjoying his helpless state, bemused to find that so much pleasure could derive from so much wretchedness.

Negas smiled as his nose caught wind of the change, he reached around and traced over the cats sheath feeling the meat grow in its protective skin, "That's a good boy, give in to what you love, release your fear and let your lust control you." Kiba was a little lost to hear the whispered words, but his body responded, every thrust into his form only lost the battle by that much more. He wasn't whining any more, he was panting, in soft pleasured pain, diving into that darkness that he dared not to go, and sullying his mind with the thought of being taken like this, it was riveting, and he loved it.

Negas was building to his epitaph, the roiling fire in his body was building like a furnace moving from wood to coal, he wanted to burn brighter, to feel more, to get all the pleasure he could. He thrust harder forcing the body beneath him to slide over the floor with his hips. Every push forward drove the dragon into a deeper lust that needed to be sated, fueling his motions, pushing him closer and closer to release. Kiba was moaning, the raping becoming less volatile with every thrust as he surrendered to the inevitable, his member seeping with pre as he was rocked back and forth.

Negas hissed out, opening his muzzle before taking Kiba's neck in it and clamping down, biting skin deep and shoving towards the ground, his thrusting was becoming erratic, short and quick. He was so close, building for that moment, the full release of his seed, Kiba could tell, he was about to be taken in the fullest sense of the word. He yelped as teeth sunk into his neck griping him tightly, shoving his muzzle into the dirt, making him sputter and cough. Hissing filled his ears as the entire barbed mass seamed to explode inside of him! The feeling of being filled spread through his body, filling him with what he knew was the hot seed of the dragon above him. His own twitching member ached between his legs, he was so close to his own release, only to be ignored by the dragon making his deposit within him.

Moments passed, the dragon's hot twitching member fell still, embedded in the cats posterior, almost it seemed, reluctant to leave its resting place. Kiba didn't mind so much, he was feeling that pleasant buzz of desire as his throbbing cock died down slowly, unattended and pulsing for attention, it came as a surprise when he felt the rod inside of him slide out, giving Kiba another small shock of desire.

"Mmm that was a good kitten, so docile, perfect for what I want."

"What.. what you want? You just raped me! And now you want me to do something for you too?"

"Hehehe, it's easier than you think, in fact, the only one that can make it hard is you. Now sit there like a good boy and don't move." Negas gave Kiba's backend a hard swat with his tail, eliciting a yowl of mixed pain and surprise. The large dragon let out a warm thrumming from his chest," good, I like a vocal one, they make it, so very... fun." If Kiba had looked back he would have seen the vicious smile that adorned the lips of the blue dragon that loomed over top of him.

Negas pressed his nose against the cats shoulders, sliding his muzzle down, giving the creature's rump a sharp bite that made the captive cat mewl out in the pricking pain. The muzzle moved down that exposed rump sliding over it as cum bubbled from its depths only to streak over his nose. He wiped it off on the little one's calf only to slide his tongue up his thigh and back down to his heel.

"H-hey, uh, w-what are you d-doing?"

"Fulfilling my wish, and your purpose. Do struggle all you want, it only makes it all the more enjoyable."

Kiba felt something sharp and prickly encompass his feet as dampness grew thick around them. He looked back to see them stuck inside the dragons maw and with a shock he started clawing at the ground to pull away from the dragon, trying to get up but as he got to his hands and knees, the heavy tail came down and slapped him in the back making him fall to the ground as the wind was knocked out of him.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Were you trying to get away?"

Kiba struggled to take a breath as he clawed weakly at the ground, finding the shock to his body had gripped him powerfully until with a hard gasp he finally dragged the air into his lungs and shook bodily from the stunning blow.

"Come now, my tasty morsel, I wouldn't let you leave, not so quickly."

Kiba let out a soft whine of pain as he turned on his back and scooted away from the menacing figure, the long tail sliding over his leg as he tried to put some distance between them. If he wasn't still gasping for breath he would have asked why he was going to be eaten, but he feared the answer as much as the question.

The imposing figure grabbed his feet and pulled him off the ground with little if any effort at all. A soft growl, something akin to pleasure pierced the cheetah's ears before he heard nothing but his own high pitched pleading filling the room.

"NO!! PLEASE! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! PLEASE DON'T EAT ME I DON'T WANT TO BE EATEN, I DON'T WANT TO DIE! RAPE ME AGAIN INSTEAD! KEEP ME AS YOUR TOY BUT PLEASE DON'T EAT ME!"

The dragon seamed to gain an unholy pleasure form hearing him scream out in his dire situation, begging for all he was worth to be left to live. All of it was to his sick pleasure, he opened his muzzle showing off a row of lightly yellowed teeth that spoke of entrapment, jaws of death that drew ever closer to Kiba's own muzzle. The dragon's tongue came out and slid over his chin almost as though tasting the little one. Kiba's body gave a shudder as he quietly began to sob, his words running out of his muzzle in a long stream of high pitched nonsense.

A feeling of warmth accompanied by a strong prickling sensation came over his muzzle. Kiba flailed his arms against the dragon who took no notice and enveloped the cats head. It was dark, and smelt of death, air was hard to come by, and the only false comfort was the fact that it was warm. Slickness penetrated his fur as he felt the dragons muzzle go further up his neck. Kiba thought that he could stop the dragon from eating him if he just held on to his shoulders, to his great surprise, the dragons tail came up and cuffed his paws together and pulled them to his front. He screamed inside the dragon, kicking his legs, waving his tail and trying so desperately to escape. Negas only pressed him forward, making him slide down, almost as though his body desired it against his sanity, going in as though it were held in a greased trap. The walls of Negas' throat, soft as they were, gave powerful constrictions all around him, pulling him in, his legs straightening out as his knees were brought in. Useless to struggle he sobbed as his head dove into the opening he could only assume was the belly of the beast. His body folded as the last breath of fresh air wafted around his toes before that too was covered in the warm moist staleness that entrapped his entire body. He curled up into a ball and there he stayed rocking back and forth, wailing at his premature demise.

Kiba felt something in the darkness, a strong paw on his shoulder, shaking him, telling him to move, but he didn't want to, he curled up in that ball, bemoaning his fate. To his surprise he was lifted by a set of paws, opening his eyes in shock he saw the world around him, bright as it had ever been. He wasn't stuck inside the dragon, he was alive, it was day, he wasn't eaten. He wasn't even sore.

"Them whily magi need ter stop spiken our rations. Aint make for a purty sight oh our guests in the morn. "

It was a strange fur that shook him, he hardly had time to note it between the multiple accents It held and the crowd that had gathered around him.

"Seems like he took it a little harder than they anticipated him to, they gave me a vial to give him so the side effects wouldn't scramble his sanity."

Kiba was a little more than frantic at this point, he wanted to run, but the crowd kept him stuck in place, as he tried to move, many hands held him and pulled him down to the ground. Someone new came through the group dressed a little oddly for the band of gypsies, more of a robed figure that held a much decorated ring in his digits

"Now listen here you, we can't have you goin' on out there, talking to everyone tellin' em where we are, and what we're doing, see, were not much liked in these areas, and if they knew we were here, then we'd have a lot of hassle relocation. But lucky you, we were told your special, and you're needed by our benevolent leader."

"But I got this here potion to make him feel swats gud"

"Can it marten, were not acting anymore, you're always so..." the robed man shook his head and gave a sigh. "Your wanted by our leader, Negas and you're going to go to him now and you will comply."

Kiba was confused in so many ways "Wasn't there supposed to be an 'or else' on the end of that statement?"

The mage smiled and slipped the ring onto his finger, "No, you will comply, and you will like it." As the robed figure spoke Kiba felt a warmth enter into his body, one that spread through him and seamed to lift all confusion worry and care. A benign smile crept its way up his muzzle and he stared with a pleasant look of contentment. "Mmm~ that actually sounds... rather fun, hehehe." He turned his head away as though embarrassed by some thought that probably didn't even make it to his mind.

"That's a good kitty cat, now you're going to follow this road, and at the end of this road you will see a cave, go up to it and beat on the wall of the cave with a rock. After that you will take off this ring, do you understand?"

Kiba nodded, laughed and gave a rather hot blush as though some dirty secret had just come to him about the speaker.

"Good" the fur took the vial from the lax paw of marten and thrust it into Kiba's own. "Here, you will drink this on the road, and you will do it when you feel a mile has passed."

Again Kiba nodded, vigorously this time.

"Now go and when you get there, before you take off the ring, tell that wonderful leader of ours, Negas, tell him that the followers send you with their adoration." With that the crowd parted to open one path of the road as the fur pointed in front of him. Kiba stood up, in a rather slow and graceless manner then turned and waved an enthusiastic good bye and skipped off to follow the non yellow, brickless road of bland dirt.

"So, what's up wid him, he got really happy all sudden..."

"The ring was enchanted to make him submissive docile happy and obedient. Were you even paying attention?"

"Oh... so.. he's not just a happy feller?"

"Marten, sometimes I worry about you..."

"Why thank you. Makes me feel real special."

Kiba was blissfully treading the path through the forest to what he believed to be the most miraculous thing he could have imagined. At some point he took out the stopper to the vial and downed the clear sweet contents without a care in the world. All at once he felt this great sensation like a churning hot playful need that rolled throughout his entire body. After a little bit of time he realized it became a little more pleasantly focused, dwelling on a place that now seamed only natural to be afire with desire. He soon approached the end of his path.

Taking a rock from the path about the size of his paw, he pounded it on the inside of the random cavern. Happily he banged it for all of fifteen seconds and deeming that well enough. He felt the light urge to take off the ring and indulge his small warm sensation that was so very pleasant. Before he could he decided to shout out his message to whoever was close by. "IM HERE!~~ THAT ONE SPECIAL GROUP OF PEOPLE SENT ME AND THEY REALLY LIKE THEIR...MASTER LEADER AND THEY WANT HIM TO KNOW IIIIT!!!"

With a very big and rather accomplished feeing he decided now was the time he could take off the ring. The moment he took off that ring he stood in confusion and powerful lust, it felt like he was denying his body some pent up aggressive relief from many moons ago that was plaguing him now. So powerful was the sensation that he nearly fell backwards as though it were a physical blow to the belly.

He couldn't help it when his paw strayed down to his erect and throbbing mass, it took up the entirety of his mind. Engulfing all reason as it plowed his body with the dire need to release his load. To his vague awareness he was being watched. A great scaled beast came out of the cave just as his paw had started bobbing over his shaft. He looked up and meeped out in a mixture of needed privacy, irritation and extreme embarrassment.

"I- I-I'm so sorry, I don't know what's come over me, I just, oooh~, I need to.. but .. I .. if you could, I;m ...what are you-"

A large blue and silver dragon came forward from the cave, he looked almost familiar. Knowing of his plight, he gave a wide mouthed yawn and looked down at the figure with a soft smile.

"You my friend are rather excited about something, and I like it when I see someone so very enticed. Let me help you to enjoy this moment."

The cheetah nodded as the heat from his groin started making its way through his head, impeding his thoughts with that one pulsing need. He started pawing again stroking his tapered shaft as the barbs along the shaft rose to his touch to show just how far along he was. He moaned as the dragon approached, breathing deep in his sultry ecstasy, his paw only a small gate to the feeling he so powerfully longed for. The dragon came close and stroked over Kiba's head twice, pulling his ear to make him look up at the dragon. "Allow me to do that for you little one."

Two scaly paws pulled his one away, and then encompassed his entire shaft. The warm smooth paws that only became slick as thick lines of pre smeared over the happy laboring palms, coating the hungry member, watched by smiling eyes as it twitched in the powerful but gentle grip. Oh how heavenly it was to feel those paws run along his need, puling and pushing against the sensitive bare meat of his pleasure pole. Electricity coursed through him with every slow movement, burning at the base of his shaft. His body felt the quick stirring of his orgasm rising up at the constant stroking of the dragon. He squirmed under its paw, it was happening. He was going to cum! OooooohmmmmnnnggghyaaAANNOOOO!!!!

The silver bellied dragon was watching Kiba's face as he pinched the member harshly, feeling the cum build up under his fingers but unable to escape, trapped in that turgid tube of wanton desire, so deviously stopped by the stranger.

"Why!? I thought you said you were going to help! Nooooo!!"

The dragon giggled softly. "Indeed I will, but in my own way silly eager kitten. Now learn to be patient or else you'll end up missing out on everything good in your short life. After all, this opportunity only cums once in a life time."

The dragon lowered his muzzle and licked over the dripping throbbing member, denied its first orgasm, needing to get worked over again before even attempting to cum again. Releasing the hold on the shaft revealed a few pearls of the white cum that hadn't made its escape. The dragon lapped at the droplets of cum and then with one great stroke up the base of the shaft, he lapped the mass pool that came forth. The taste was bitter almost to a sickening degree. How he loved it. The long semi rough tongue dragged over that needy member again, sliding over the tip and lapping up all traces of thick cum from the meaty digit.

The second course had only just begun and already Kiba was moaning lightly and leaning back on his paws. Soft sounds of bliss elicited by every supple stroke of that semi rough muscle. His muzzle came down and lips parted, a small bead of pre pushed up the leftover cum from within his shaft. He watched as the dragon took the tip of his cum covered head in its lips, rubbing them back and forth, sliding over the head of his tapered mess. The feeling was so teasingly good, like a small scritching to an itch that took up the entire back.

He loved it, shivering, moaning and bucking his hips into the dragon's muzzle. The scaled male dove down on his shaft, feeling the entirety of it in his muzzle, the throbbing mass of hot cheetah pleasure. He drew upon it, sucking it with powerful draws of his tongue, wrapping around it and slowly recoiling, giving that rough drag over the surface, stroking over sensitive barbs of flesh that only drove that cat wild.

Kiba's paws closed in the dirt, clenching pawful's of earth as his body burned with extreme desire. Pulsing fire seamed to rise in waves as he sat there and flicked his tail left and right. He yowled his pleasure to the dragon's ears as the muzzle nipped over his shaft lightly, giving a soft tingling pain with his pleasure that only spiked it further. Life seamed but a moment of bliss made up of nothing but the feelings his body coursed through him from within that warm wet muzzle that seemed to know him better than he knew himself. Every little movement brought another step to the climb of the mountain of orgasm he was begging to fly from.

That deft tongue lashed along the tip of his messy rod, gripping it as the suckling grew stronger, then the bobbing came. The feeling was too much. Kiba grabbed the dragons head and held on for the ride. Faster the head bobbed, stronger the suckling became, louder the addictive viral sounds resounded to his ears, all building to that ultimate release, to that moment that brought the bliss of all his waiting, to the culmination of this pleasing torture. He felt it, stirring, flowing through him, coursing with the strength that brought his pleasure to its ultimatum. He let out a growling yowl as his seed shot forward into the awaiting muzzle pulsing with hot thick shots of gooey cat cum, sickly bitter but oh so addictive, oh so heavenly.

The dragon let the load collect in his muzzle, surprised that it gave him a rather murrful mouthful, more than he had from others. Thick coagulating cum, sliding through his teeth, gliding over his tongue, mixing with his saliva as he held it in his muzzle and savored the swath of liquid cat that flowed forth. Pressing his lips against the base he tightly pulled up over the cat's slowly fading mass and drew out every ounce of cum that he could on his final pass before he lifted his muzzle up to Kiba's own. Pressing their lips together, he slipped his tongue between the cats lips and let a film of the owners own mess slip in to be tasted by him. Then with a warm smile, the dragon opened his muzzle and spread his teeth over the cats head, coating his muzzle in seed, letting the liquid creamy mess spread over the bliss stricken cat. Pulling off he gave Kiba a spooge dripping smile.

Kiba blushed, the cream on his nose, the taste in his mouth, all from the dragons muzzle, all from his body. It was blissful. He sat there and felt his feet being lifted, then something warm wash over them, something soothing and delightful. He let it crawl up his ankles, spread over his calves and wondered what it was as it drew up along his thighs he reached down and felt to his surprise, scales. Looking down as the feeling suddenly jumped up to his waist, he saw half the dragons muzzle up to his belly, his body disappeared within it. He screamed, NOOOOO!! YOU CAN'T! DON'T EAT ME! PLEEAAAASE!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHh!!!!

The poor cheetah's chest was enveloped as his arms beat against the heavy scales of the dragon, a useless action against the thick hide. He tried to pull his body from the dragons muzzle but couldn't, so he pushed against the dragons lips, trying to push the lips apart to make it loose for him to get out of but only found his body slipping further into the dragons belly. His cum covered muzzle a sign of fear as he slipped down, his calves pressed up against his thighs as his nostrils breathed in their last breaths before that sickly tongue came out to slide over the frosted muzzle one more time, wrapping around it and pulling it down as Negas' neck bulged around the sinking form.

He was trapped, and this time, it wasn't a dream. He had no escape, no true wishful thought of being able to vacate this new prison. Even the afterglow of sex and the gentle comfort of bliss that had provided now seamed damp mockery in his plight. He waited for it to end. All he could do was sob and wait for the nothingness to find him.

Negas was pleasantly full, but that wasn't enough, he loved the feeling of being too full, of being overly stuffed. He knew what he could do to help feel that way and indeed he was already half way there. He looked down at his pleasant throbbing mass that spilled forward between his legs. Smiling to himself, he patted his belly. That cat had been so very bitter and succulent, but as nice as it was, he couldn't deny his sweet tooth. His own cum helped to fulfill that, being a rather pleasant and light sweetness that baffled him for all the meat he ate.

He slowly stroked over his erection, giving it the attention it desired, squeezing its base and pulling up in a smooth gentle motion, letting his smooth scales slide against the tender flesh in their eagerness to comply with his need. Small pools of pre were already forming under him, falling to the ground in heavy thick globs. He was happy with his body, how it had always been a little more... hyper productive than others. He bent over and licked along the head of his shaft, tasting the sweet clear continuous string of pre that drizzled out in a single strand. A small ball of extra pre responded which quickly disappeared inside his muzzle. Happily he lapped at that strand, tracing it up curving his long neck till his nose bumped up against the tip of his shaft. With a soft blush of purple color along his muzzle, he licked the entire base of the appendage in front of him and felt the corresponding shock of desire as it flew through his body. Ohh, he hadn't done this in a long time, three days, maybe four? But oh how he needed to cum, and he loved to toy with his own body, to get it just right.

Gently he took the tip and suckled it, from the soft continuous suction his body responded, giving a heavier stream of pre, making him swallow every so often. That taste, the heavenly sweetness that danced over his tongue, mixing with the bitter aftertaste of that docile creature, it made for a sensation he longed to hold to. His entire body seamed to glow with that flavorful delight that was overcoming his muzzle. As much as he desired this, he felt that gentle stirring inside his body, the one telling him that he would grow impatient with himself if he didn't continue. And as much as he'd like to drink his body dry, he knew that it was fruitless to try, and eventually he would lose out to that feral monster within.

His lips climbed higher upon his shaft , sliding down over half way, tongue caressing that light red growth, sliding against the sunken barbs ,rousing them from slumber with the dull feeling they elicited, only worth working on to get to the supple soft underside of each. The little puffy patches of flesh that indulged so much power behind pleasure, it was a wonder how the flesh didn't set itself off while it rested dormant. His tongue slid over the barbs again, kneading gently at each one till he felt what he desired, they were rising and revealing the pleasurable hot spots beneath. With a happy smile, he tested one, and to his utter delight it gave him that rolling wave of heat that he had been waiting for.

Slowly he slid deeper over his shaft, indulging his senses to the warmth of his own muzzle. His breath was becoming warmer, closer to his slit, His nose smelling the source of his own light musk that he found mildly enticing. Then with a soft bump and a warm shudder, he felt it, his nose coming in contact with his slit. He had hilted his shaft into his muzzle and what a delight it was to be able to do so. The heat from his mouth penetrated through his entire girth, from one side to the other, he loved the way it felt, loved the way it was to be bent over his body. But he knew the best part was yet to come.

Slowly, deliberately, he drew back from his shaft, letting his tongue tip those half erect barbs of flesh, tipping them back to their fullest, making sure each one stood erect as his lips came so close. Then they touched, soft supple lips dragging over the thick barbs. One, making him moan out to relish the feeling with his sound. Two, his body arched a little to express the coursing sensations. Three, a small shiver escaped his body demonstrating the power that he dared trifle with. Four , his shaft pulsed heedless of his demand to stay still inside his muzzle. Five, a shot of pre flew from his tip, heavier than the rest, full of seed, thick and warm, heavy with taste, like a sweet meat that was so delicious, you didn't want to swallow it. He closed his eyes and pushed forward again, quicker this time. He wanted it again, that marvelous feeling. Drawing back, one, two, his shaft jerked and his eyes shut tight the feeling driving home powerfully. Three, four, his fore claws clenched pressing deeply into his palms. Five, his muzzle was rewarded with a thicker rope of semen, heavier, tastier, more desirable than the last. He opened his muzzle and drew in a sharp breath, the cold air a pleasant shock to his entire body, making it twitch in his muzzle.

He smiled, time to feast. He lunged down on his feral length, curling his tongue to slide twice over every little nuance of his beast, and a third time with his lips. He slid back and turned his head a little, letting the angle the thrust and the draw power to his growing pleasure wall, building it brick by brick as it made its way to new heights, becoming rapidly more unstable with every thrust, with every suckle. Each pull was a small reward piling up in his muzzle, he felt everything, knew every curve and found it was time to drag this to new heights. He pushed down hard smearing his nose into his slit, his wet mess slurping muzzle slid over the opening and turned sharply, prying it open. He hissing as the warmth of his breath flew in to whisper the arousal of his hidden lustful places, sensitive to the most gentle touch, and responsive to the most eager paws. His nose withdrew then lunged forward again deeper, smashing into that hot little cavern, jamming itself into his small male slit, spreading it open almost painfully wide.

Fire, explosive fire leapt through his loins, coursing over his body, pulsing in his veins! Oooohhh this felt so goooood~, so very wonderful. He couldn't help but jam his head in further, covering his muzzle in the depths of his slit, jabbing his cock into his throat and swallowing, feeling the rush of his own sexual juices fly past his raging mast, making the entire organ thrive with pleasure as its surroundings closed powerfully around it. He moaned out heavily, rubbing his nostrils against all his hidden sensitivity giving in to that wonderful feeling of being so trapped inside his own body, trapped in so much pleasure, encased in it, slave to it. He felt the boiling heat surging forward as it made its presence known, his internal testicles condensing and releasing their hold on his pleasure and shooting forth his seed with enough force to crumble that wall he had built. So much pleasure breaking down atop his body, flowing through him, gorging him with hot seed, that heavy sweet taste that pooled down to accompany the hidden fur inside his belly, pooling around him drowning him in that delicious viral pleasure that engulfed Negas. How very right it felt to give his precious gift to the one who was trapped inside of him, only as a second hand gift.

Seconds passed and still he guzzled the seed that he spewed forth, minutes came and went till the thick stream of seed even seamed to begin to let up. By that time Negas was hanging on by grabbing his legs and pulling them so his tapered head was lodged firmly in his muzzle. He sucked on that pleasant tapered tip, the light powerful afterglow of something so wonderful, so very deviously delightful. Eventually his body ached with fatigue and he had to let go of his legs, he was suckling even when there was no reward. It came to no surprise to him once he was laying flat on his back that his belly had distended well beyond reason. Indeed it was almost as though he had grown the belly of some egg stuffed mothering dragon two years overdue. He rubbed his paws over that bloated stomach, murfully feeling it and scratching the sensitive expansion of it. It always made him ticklish when his belly was so large, so very thrillingly ticklish. He couldn't help but indulge his own senses as he stroked it.

A few moments earlier, inside his belly, Kiba felt the entire procession, squirming but unable to do anything as the belly cramped up. He felt the tingling sensation of the liquid inside the fleshy cage begin to sink into his skin and bemoaned his fate. It didn't burn and for that he gave a silent half felt thought of gratitude to whatever deity cared.

His surprise was almost comical as he felt the rain of something thick and hot splash down atop of him, small bursts of it coming down, rather swiftly, and then the entire body shivered. _ Oh no, is he doing what I think he is?_ As though to answer his question, something thicker came down and bathed him in a coagulated mess making the cheetah shiver violently. He's going to bathe me in his own cum...

Again the cheetah shivered in mixed revulsion and appeal as more thick lines came down the dragons neck. Then suddenly he felt the entire body of his captor shudder, something shrinking from beneath him, and he thought for a moment he wouldn't have to worry about being bathed in the seed of this dragon. Then a downpour from above proved his thought wrong, swiftly coating him, filling the dragons belly, sliding up Kiba's body, seeping into his fur and soaking everything on him. He soon found air becoming less and less available as more and more cum spilled inside.

He quickly came to the conclusion he could do little more than try to drink the down pour to stop the drowning. With a great shudder throughout his entire body he bent down and sucked in as much as he could. His muzzle didn't nearly take in as much as was coming in but it was something he could do to try to slow it and to try to keep it from over whelming him. He swallowed, mouthful after mouthful, gulping it as he found the taste appealing.

More and more he reveled in it, making a fast and valiant effort either out of desperation or desire. The cum was glorious, it tasted nearly sweet, pleasant and wasn't as revolting as he thought it should have been. All too soon Kiba was having trouble with the pace, he swallowed less and less as his belly began to ache, he just couldn't keep up. His nose pressed up against the roof and his eyes closed only to soon be blocked by that pleasant, succulent cum.

His minds last receding thoughts. _ A full belly, stuffed till it hurts, smothered in something so virally delicious. There are worse ways to go._ Soon his mind drifted to the inviting darkness of no return. Forever lost in the belly of the gluttonous beast.

With a small gesture, Negas summoned a gnomish servant. "Make sure that one caravan gets my current weight in gold. They are loyal followers of my coven and this was a very nice specimen. I wish to reward them handsomely for their services. "

"Yes master, I will see to it that it is done and the proper gold given."

"Mmm, good, you make me a happy dragon. Mayhaps one day, you too may find the depths of my belly... inviting, no?" With a warm smile in the clearing surrounding his cave, he swiftly wafted to sleep without waiting for a proper reply. The sun beating down upon the dragon as though there was little left in the world than that one subtle pleasure to indulge upon.