The Dragon God
This is my very first commission and I think it turned out ok. It was for my friend Mikeyou! If you like this and want to have a story of your own written, send me a message!
The party of Thunder’s Bane have been together for many years, and have built up a reputation as the strongest group of adventurers in the land. Bards sing songs of their heroic deeds, and taverns offer drinks on the house wherever they go. They have slain almost any being imaginable, from lowly goblins, to a mad god set on destroying the world. But there is one creature they have yet to slay, the mighty dragon.
The small village of Southern Clear Field rests on the far edge of the known world and had been in constant fear ever since a dragon was seen patrolling the neighboring mountain range known by locals as The Slumbering Volcanos. The mountains gain their name by legends passed down from generation to generation. The legends state that when dragons disappeared off the face of the earth a few decades ago, they all went to slumber in the never ending caverns of the nearby mountains. It is said that when the first dragon is spotted, the end of days will soon follow.
Thunder’s Bane soon heard word of the dragon spotted in the Slumbering Volcanos and quickly made way to the village of Southern Clear Field. They arrive to fanfare and celebrations, even in this remote village, the legacy of Thunder’s Bane is well known. The village throws a massive party, already expecting the downfall of the dragon. At the break of dawn, Thunder’s Bane sets out to slay their first dragon, the village gathering to see them off.
The party of five brave adventurers wander into the dark and ominous cave where the dragon was spotted last. The warrior, clad in heavy plate armor, leads the group onwards with a torch in one hand and a longsword in the other. Next in line is the thief, cloaked in a black robe, blending in with the shadows cast from the warrior's torch. Following him is the priest, a devout follower of god and wielding a massive war hammer. Fourth is a hunter wearing armor made of pelts from prey he has slain, and a drawn arrow pointed down into the darkness. Lastly, guarding the group's rear is the mage, his billowing robes flowing with the magic in the surrounding air. The party continues onward without fear or hesitation, they have slain a mad god, how hard could a mere dragon be? Little did the party know, they had already wandered into the dragon's trap, their final breaths but a few hours away.
The first member of Thunder’s Bane to notice something is off is the ever keen hunter. He senses the slight shift of smell in the dank cave air, but for some unknown reason, feels no need to inform his fellow party members. One by one, the other members notice the change in the air, and all of them keep the information to themselves. At the deepest point of the cave, the dragon waits upon his hoard, a smirk on his muzzle as the foolish humans are all put under his enchantment.
The now enchanted but unaware party makes it deeper and deeper into the sprawling cave system. They seem to know the exact path to take, much to their confusion, but the dragon’s enchantment washes these feelings away as soon as they form. Soon enough, the party arrives at the hoard of the dragon. The creature sits regally upon a pile of treasure. Untold amounts of gold and gems of all types form the hoard that the beast sits upon, the total value more than all the current kingdoms of man combined. The dragon’s golden scales gleam in the cave, illuminated by a small hole in the roof of the immense cavern. The dragon wears an immaculate necklace around his neck, the chain made of pure adamantite and the gems decorating are an assortment of different colored diamonds.
The dragon stands to face his new prey, his genitals being revealed. The cock is massive, so massive that a fully grown orc would look tiny in comparison. The head is triangular in shape with a flare edged with spines. The cock grows and shrinks in width as you go down it, the middle being the circumference of a hundred-year-old oak tree. After the slightly smaller portion, after the middle, rests an ungodly sized knot. If the middle was an oak tree, the knot is the size of a pillar, decorating the halls of a royal throne room. Slightly behind the cock is the dragon’s balls. The cum producing orbs are large enough to fit multiple people each. A scent wafts from the gargantuan balls and shaft and fills the cavern, the scent from earlier and the source of the enchantment revealed.
The dragon walks down from his mound of treasures to stand before the frozen party of adventurers. He speaks, his voice growl like and filled with an air of dominance.
“My name is Miadrus The Tyrant, and you have trespassed upon my holy grounds. I am the god of this world, as I was the one who made it. You humans are a blight upon the paradise I created and deserve nothing more than death. You are a foolish bunch for coming to my den in the hopes of killing me, but look at yourselves now. Furthermore, you are slaves to my powerful musk, frozen in place from my sheer presence. I will need to punish you for your sins against your god, but one of you will have a fate far worse than death, in fact, death will be something you long for.”
The dragon turns to the warrior and forces the human to walk to the side of the cave, where a collar connected to the wall waits. Under the enchantment, the warrior puts the collar around his neck and locks it, the keyhole looking oddly like the tip of one of the dragon's talons. Satisfied that his new entertainment is locked up tightly, the dragon turns to the remaining four party members.
“Now, for my pieces of meat. Strip and walk into my mouth all together, your useless human lives will be given some purpose in the miniscule amount of nourishment I will get from you.”
The command given, the newly designated meat strip off all their belongings and walk towards the open mouth of the dragon. They all easily fit in his mouth, with room for many others left. The dragon snaps his mouth closed and releases the enchantment from their minds. They immediately begin to panic and beg for mercy, having been fully aware of their surroundings while under the enchantment. The dragon gives them no response or mercy, holding his mouth shut tight. The four adventurers try to move towards the sharp teeth preventing their escape, but find they are making no ground as Miadrus keeps shifting his tongue to trip up the humans. The actions of fighting against the tongue gets the adventurers soaked from head to toe in sticky dragon saliva. The more saliva that coats them, the harder it is to stand and soon, they are stuck laying on the massive tongue. Tired of testing his meat, and being rather disappointed, Miadrus tilts his head back slightly and the meat starts to slide down into his throat.
The four humans end up in the stomach of the dragon and begin to bang on the fleshy walls of their final resting place, not knowing that they are accelerating their demise. As the banging continues, acid begins to seep from the walls of the stomach, starting to pool at the bottom. The members of Thunder’s Bane scream and writhe in agony as the stomach rapidly fills with acid, and they feel their bodies melting into nothingness. They beg for mercy over and over as the acid continues to rise, but the dragon gives none, instead forcing his meat to stay conscious for their last moments as their bodies continue to melt.
As his meal is being digested, Miadrus turns to the collared warrior, grinning.
“Oh, my pet, what fun we shall have together.”