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Ethan sighed.

It had been a total of six hours since the young human had landed (along with a dozen other passengers) on a relatively desolate landmass on the planet Rynn'ok, and he had already strayed from his designated group; soon becoming hopelessly lost amidst the wilderness. The iffy directions and unclear maps given to him by tour guides beforehand that were meant to point him to frequently visited sights of a particularly large dragon had only succeeded in confusing him. The reason he had traveled to the far-off planet in the first place was to see the native dragons in-person, and maybe even get a good photo of one or two of them. Neither seemed likely. Although the weather was considered comfortable in the planet's standards, the aridity of the surrounding environment Ethan found himself wandering made him uncomfortable in his sweat-dampened shirt and trousers. The fact that there were no discernible landmarks for as far as the eye can see didn't help in his efforts to find a sense of direction amidst the grass and rocks. He cursed himself for not taking any more supplies; a half-drank bottle of water and an energy bar lay in his trouser pocket, but he doubted that it would last him more than a few more hours. If he didn't see anything noteworthy soon, he would have to be forced to turn back--Rynn'ok was infamous for travelers going missing from time to time (something that the tourist industry didn't tend to popularize), and the fact that Ethan had unwittingly trudged so far away from his fellow tourists made him understandably nervous. He heard wild and wonderful stories of the mystery, beauty and complexity of the creatures ever since he was a teenager. He felt a powerful desire to really see one, or maybe even try and communicate with it. He chuckled dryly at his own wishful thinking, swearing as he almost tripped on a small rock.

Recovering from his near fall, Ethan sighed again. The trip was on a spur-of-the moment decision, driven by a fantasy of being within touching distance of one of his most admired creatures. He told his friends before he was went on the vacation that he was travelling so far for "a change of scene", but it was a thinly-veiled excuse. Squinting in the bright alien sun, the lone human trudged through more untouched, dry terrain. According to his map, he should be at a dragon hotspot: a popular destination for tourists, and certainly the best chance to get up close and personal with the magnificent creatures. All that he could see in front of him were endless planes that stretched out into the horizon, with some exotic-looking foliage and crops poking out of the ground around him. Ethan thought he spotted some small dragons darting though the grass at times during his trek, but they weren't nearly as large or extravagant enough to satisfy his need for interaction with the creatures; some back on Earth still didn't believe that they existed, that Rynn'ok was just another tourist trap promising impossible things. Although Ethan emptied half of his bank account to get there and prove them wrong, he was beginning to doubt himself.

"Five minutes," he breathed to himself, "Then I'll head back to the others". He was getting tired. Resolving to reach what looked like a forest in the horizon before turning back, Ethan pushed himself onwards.

After a two minutes of disappointing uneventfulness, Ethan stopped. Suddenly aware of his surroundings, he straining his hearing to try and pick up any sounds.

Nothing. In a world filled with a massive amount of diverse wildlife, there wasn't even the slightest noise. No rustling, no squawks or cries of any animals whatsoever. The total, unnatural silence of the plains reminded him of the deathly calm before a storm. He could hear his own heartbeat, thumping slightly faster in response to his rising nerves. Ethan recalled vaguely of the health and safety talk he was forced to go through before landing on Rynn'ok: the general rule was if a sudden silence descends upon the plains, dragons were likely to be hunting. The ecology of the environment meant that no creature even came close to the strength and speed of the native dragons; in order to survive, a basic instinct of "playing dead" was shared by most organisms with half a brain, leaving an eerie stillness as dragons passed by.

Ethan reflected on the memory, and then kicked himself for wasting so much time gawking around. There had to be a dragon nearby! He hurriedly ate the last of his energy bar and half-jogged forwards, newfound excitement giving him a much-needed shot of energy. If there was a dragon somewhere, then it was sure to be near; the chance of getting up close and personal with a dragon was suddenly becoming plausible. Expecting to be seeing the beast either in the air or right in front of him, Ethan got his camera from his pouch and squinted up to the sky as he desperately scanned the clouds in hope for even a glimpse of the scaled creature. Even if it was just passing by, he at least needed a photo for bragging rights amongst his peers. Bringing his eyes up to the camera and cutting off peripheral vision, Ethan continued his scanning of the sky. The entire reason for his trip was undoubtedly nearby.

Fifteen minutes passed, and precisely zero photos had been taken. Ethan's arms were beginning to strain from holding up the camera to his eyes. As he pivoted round on the spot, kicking up dust in the process, he became increasingly frustrated at the lack of sightings of anything that wasn't either a cloud or a shriveled weed. Preparing to admit defeat, Ethan lowered his hands and downed the last of his water, cursing under his breath as he rubbed his eyes in exhaustion. Had he missed it? Was there anything even there in the first place? Half-delirious, Ethan resumed his obsessive searching. The world still seemed like it had stopped entirely, with the only sounds cutting through the extraordinary silence being measured, deep breathing.

Breathing. The human froze in place. In any other situation, hearing your own breathing would not be an unusual occurrence, especially considering the lack of sound from any other outlets. The problem was that the breathing sounded absolutely nothing like him at all. In fact, it was coming from something else entirely.

As this dawned upon him, Ethan slowly became aware of a huge, towering presence directly behind him. He immediately knew that he was in danger. Ethan's gut instinct begged him to run, to scream for help, but he found himself rooted in place. The breathing became louder. After battling with his own common sense and morbid curiosity, Ethan forced himself to look behind him.

The human fell back in raw shock.

Staring down at him was a living, breathing dragon. The biggest one he had ever seen; towering above him in what must have been twelve feet tall, the winged beast had a muscular, powerful body, with a mixture of elegance and raw strength coated in deep red scales. The dragon's size dwarfed that of any other he had seen--or heard of--before, blocking out the sun with its mass and effectively removing all stimuli other than itself. Slitted, intelligent eyes scanned the petrified Ethan; the snout of the dragon parting slightly to reveal a row of sharp, white teeth. A tongue slowly lolled out the muzzle, curling upwards to skim its own teeth before retreating back into the mouth. The oddly playful action betrayed the otherwise wholly intimidating image of the feral beast, a full set of claws slightly stretching out to knead the uneven terrain. There was an unsettlingly small gap between Ethan and the dragon, which made the prospect of running away seem like more of a death sentence than an effective escape.

Both were totally still, aside from the movement of the dragon's long, swinging tail, throwing dust around casually as it curled from side to side, either with the purpose to unnerve or relax. Whatever the ulterior motives of the dragon, it must have been stalking him for some time: it seemed ready to pounce at any moment, and Ethan was devoted to staying as rigid as possible to avoid somehow provoking it. As he fully realized the gravity of his situation, Ethan brought to mind the health and safety brief he had half-slept through.

"If you are approached by a feral dragon, maintain eye contact and back away slowly", the voice of the tour guide bounced around in his head. "Whatever you do, do not instigate contact unless it is deemed safe by at least two designated..."

Snapping back to reality, Ethan became increasingly aware that the dragon, thankfully, hadn't bitten his head off yet. The pair were seemingly locked a competition to see who would dare to move first.

Against all better judgement, Ethan moved first. Shakily dusting himself down and rising, he noticed that his every move was being followed closely by his observer. He felt slightly nauseous--being this close to a dragon of such a size roused a deep excitement within him that overrode the instinctive fear. He didn't care if approaching dragons was dangerous; this was an opportunity like no other, and he wasn't going to pass it up. Tentatively, he took one step forward. The dragon remained motionless, its expression totally unreadable. It was well known that dragons were intelligent, and Ethan was confident that he wasn't seen as a threat. His heart was thumping against his chest as he took another step. If anything, the dragon seemed slightly entertained, remaining ambiguous in its body language as the human inched forward.

Ethan wasn't sure what he would do himself when he finally reached the dragon; maybe he would attempt to feel the texture of the dragon's scales, or even try to take an outrageously close photo. Whatever he wanted, he needed to be closer to do it. He could feel the hot breath of the dragon from where he was standing, the heat and intensity of the breaths increasing as he continued his cautious approach.

The lack of negative feedback from the dragon lured Ethan in closer, marveling at the elegance and intricacy of its form. The head of the dragon lowered, cautious, at the approaching human, snaking down in curiosity. He heard the tour guide in his head again, like his subconscious was trying desperately for him to warn him of the intentions of the dragon that were slowly becoming apparent.

"And--this is the important one--never touch the dragons during mating season!"

The dragon allowed him to touch. Ethan's shaking hands glided over the scales of the red-tinged dragon, the texture of the scales being akin to an especially hard, smooth stone. His trance of reverence was interrupted when he saw something odd in the corner of his eye. Tucked into the dragon's relatively soft, red underbelly was a slowly growing mound. Ethan looked past the muzzle to consider what the rising flesh was supposed to be. It didn't take him long for him to piece together what it was.

"Oh my god," he said out loud. The dragon had a penis. Before he had a chance to realize what that meant for him, the façade of passiveness from the dragon shattered as Ethan was toppled to the ground by one forceful shove of the dragon's muzzle, striking him square in the chest and winding him, causing him to cry out in shock. The dragon was audibly growling now, wings unfurling to maximize size and intimidation aimed at the cowering Ethan. Laying there on the ground and disorientated by the sudden takedown, Ethan knew he had made a terrible mistake. Still reeling from the blow to the stomach, he didn't notice the huge, padded forepaw clamp down on him before it was too late.

The dragon's sole took out what little breath Ethan had left. Engulfing his face in thick, leathery skin, the human was smothered for a good ten seconds before being freed. Immediately, he got up and turned to all-out sprint as fast as he could in the opposite direction. He only managed to get a few steps in before the dragon crushed him again, almost gleefully. Ethan could only shout in protest as the foot once again pushed into his face and body forcibly; approving growls resonating from the dragon who was undoubtedly enjoying the struggles of the captive human that lay before him. The cycle repeated multiple times, with the dragon letting Ethan go just to throw him down to the floor again. Eventually, the exhausted human barely had the energy to fight back as the soles of the dragon pushed down on his form again and again, growling dangerously as he pressed down on him, warning for him to not resist. The exercise must have been a way to both entertain the dragon and tire his prey; a way to ensure that the chance their prey had the energy to escape was minimal. Having the air forced out of him and his face pressed against the soles of the dragon for yet another time, Ethan decided amidst the panic and confusion that the best way to survive was to stay still and hope the dragon gets bored of him.

Finally, the assault ceased for good. Growing tired of the playful smothering, the dragon stepped back and left the human gasping for breath. When Ethan noticed that he hadn't been stomped on for half a minute, he desperately spoke up:

"If you can understand me, whatever I did, I'm sorry, alright? Let me go and I'll never come back here." He felt stupid, trying to communicate with a creature that he wasn't sure even understood him, nor had any reason to let him loose. Once again, the dragon did not respond, staring the small figure down with lustful malice. The dragon wasn't done just yet.

Testing his luck, Ethan began to slowly back away with trepidation. The dragon watched closely. Was he really being let go? A heavy sense of uneasiness flooded over Ethan as he backed away further, increasing his pace as he turned round to run. Then the dragon struck. A sharp claw hooked the back of his shirt viciously, ripping it in half and sending a yelping Ethan to the floor, tumbling the delicate human onto his stomach. Smirking slightly, the dragon wasted no time, systematically slicing off pieces of clothing, tossing the fabric one by one until only flimsy undergarments were left unscathed. The sun beat down on the now almost totally naked human, feeling incredibly vulnerable as the dragon casually examined his prey. Staring up in horror at the beast, Ethan didn't have the energy nor reaction speed to stop the dragon's large, thick tongue suddenly descend, covering him in hot, viscous saliva, coating him relentlessly and with forceful dominance. Ethan could only whimper protests as the hot, curving appendage covered his face and briefly slipped into his mouth, causing him to cough and splutter as foreign tastes overwhelmed him, the much longer muscle sliding and pushing against Ethan's own tongue and mouth. The dragon tasted him for a short while longer before retracting, moving on to use sharp teeth to effortlessly rip apart the final article of clothing. Ethan was now fully at the mercy of the dragon, who seemed to be darkly amused at the squirming and struggles of the much smaller being.

The now completely exposed Ethan didn't bother to run as the "attack" temporarily ceased. Rubbing off saliva from his face, he instead used the period of respite to think for an explanation as to why the dragon hadn't killed him yet. Admittedly he was glad that he was somehow still breathing, but he was equally terrified of what the dragon had in store for him, now stark naked against a feral beast. As if responding to the thought, the dragon made sure that his intentions were apparent, approaching Ethan once again and subtly parting the hindlegs. Clearly protruding between them was an erect, brilliantly red penis; well over ten inches, and very slightly curved at the tip. The dragon's eyes snapped to the cowering human with a sinister grin. Ethan stared back, mouth permanently hanging open as he struggled to grasp the reality of the situation. The motives of the dragon were crystal clear as he loomed over Ethan, giving him a good view of the the solid shaft before it descended onto his victim, a rumbling growl reminding him not to make any sudden movements.

Ethan couldn't believe what was happening. Laying exposed on his back, directly under a clearly unpredictable and untamed dragon, without the means to fight back or escape. The dragon's sizeable member emitted an almost overwhelming, heavy musk as it hovered above its victim, lowering down to only a few inches above him. The dragon did not give him the luxury of foreplay as he was assaulted by the member; after a short struggle with the much more powerful beast, both of Ethan's arms became pinned under the dragon's hindpaws as the hefty shaft aimlessly grinded against his body, small trickles of precum glossing over the helpless human. The frotting was rough and ceaseless, with the dragon clearly more set on fulfilling its own desires than making sure his recipient was comfortable. Although all the violated human could see was the underbelly and shaft of his captor, the low, powerful growl from the dragon was always prevalent.

The grinding continued. Ethan was hopelessly trapped, arms pinned to the ground as the erect appendage pushed back and forth against him. Over time, he realized that the endless thrusting was gradually moving lower; slower, more deliberate movements indicating that the dragon was probing for something specific. The shaft poked increasingly towards the lower regions of Ethan's body, eventually gliding up his inner thigh. Ethan gulped. Beginning to move again, the member's tip left a slight trail of precum as it dragged painfully slowly against the skin, eventually reaching the human's sensitive pucker. Ethan tried to kick himself away, but every resistance was met with painful pressure on both of his arms caused by the dragon leaning on his forepaws: it was a threat to keep still. Clenching his teeth in preparation for searing pain that associated itself with unlubricated penetration, Ethan steeled himself and clenched his eyes shut. Instead of pain, however, the tip of the shaft remained outside the entrance; pushing against the opening, but never hard enough to be able to delve inside. Fearfully, Ethan opened his eyes, craning his head up to see what had stopped the dragon from ravaging his insides; he could still feel it pushed up against his rear, almost teasingly. The dragon, shockingly, seemed to be exercising some self-control. Ethan was even more surprised when he felt the enormous pressure on his arms lifted. He was no longer pinned, the hot sun beating down on him once again as the dragon's form retreated from above him. Blinking dust out of his eyes, Ethan rushed to a conclusion, assuming that he was being released from his captivity and had been spared.

He didn't have time to react as he was abruptly picked up by one of the dragon's massive claws, shouting in disorientation and surprise as he was effortlessly plucked off the ground. He had been taken least ten feet upwards in less than three seconds, for the first time held at eye level to the dragon, who was eyeing him with sharp, hungry eyes. The dragon's muzzle leaned towards Ethan, holding him up with a tight grip that grasped his naked form roughly. Before long, he was less than an inch away from the dragon's lean, angled snout.

Hot, weighty breath flooded over Ethan's cowering form as the dragon breathed onto him, the muzzle now incredibly close to the suspended human's body. Suddenly, he was flipped upside down in the dragon's grasp, whimpering in fear as he was shown just how far the ground was. Held at his chest and suspended upside down, Ethan shut his eyes tightly in a vain effort to calm himself, but when he felt a flexile, powerful tongue tickling his hole, he involuntarily opened them again in surprise at the invading organ. The warm, slick tongue delved into the human without delay, both lubricating and stretching him in preparation for what was to come. Sounds of wet slurping and intermittent growls drowned out the weak protests of the exhausted human; the thick tongue relentlessly pushing into him for excruciatingly extended periods until the majority was firmly set inside the anal passage, exploring and wetting the wriggling Ethan as it prodded against his virgin prostate. The tongue felt like a dick in itself, moulding and toying with Ethan's insides as if they were made of putty. The dragon's probing was thorough and unforgiving as the long tongue pushed and spread Ethan wider than he thought was possible, the assistance of gravity aiding the intimate exploration.

Mercifully, the tongue of the dragon finally showed signs of halting its advance. After poking through the sensitive anal tunnel for a short while longer, the tongue receded; slick sounds accompanying the tongue's departure, edging out of Ethan at a torturously slow pace that made him squirm in discomfort within the claws of his captor. With agonizing slowness, the draconic tongue removed itself from the human's tight rear with a quiet pop, the wet appendage sliding out of him and retreating back into the dragon's large maw. Seemingly satisfied with the extensive lubrication, the dragon's head retreated from between Ethan's thighs and casually observed the flustered human, suspended helplessly within an unrelenting grasp. Ethan had been held upside down for an extended period now; the fear of being dropped to the ground temporarily overriding his concern of being eaten, his eyes firmly set themselves on the ground below him, expecting himself to be dropped at any moment.

The dragon seemed to have other plans, rearranging Ethan within his grasp and flipping him back upside, causing thorough disorientation and slight panic within the human as he was brought back to have the sky above him and the ground below. No longer upside-down, Ethan found himself brought up close to the dragon once again; hot, powerful breath blasting over him. As always, the dragon observed Ethan as if he were some kind of plaything; the human's dangling legs were just close enough to kick his captor, but he feared the consequences of the action much more than the immediate satisfaction. The grip around Ethan tightened, the dragon's eyes studying Ethan's strained reaction curiously.

Out of nowhere, the fist that clenched Ethan whisked him to the underbelly of the dragon, with the human's exposed rear made to be in line with the dragon's shaft. Facing forward as the grip slowly took him backwards, Ethan didn't piece together where he was going until he felt a warmth pushing against his backside that was at once totally different and eerily similar to the tongue that had just moments prior penetrated him.

It was the dragon's penis.

It was the dragon's dick, Ethan reaffirmed within his head, barely believing it himself even when he felt its overwhelming heat pushing and stroking against his ring. He was going to be mated; used like a living fleshlight. In a vain attempt at escape, Ethan thrashed against the grip of the dragon, but only succeeded in having the wind taken out of him as the grip momentarily crushed against his frail form. A growl of warning emanated from the beast. Ethan, in a pre-emptive act, clenched his teeth as the grip he was entrapped in moved to push into the shaft. He felt his salvia-lubricated entrance untense (must to Ethan's horror) as the dragon expertly glided the shaft to rub against the pucker time and time again, without fully committing to penetration.

Ethan was absolutely helpless. The dragon's shaft finally caught itself in his lubricated entrance, the young man wincing as he was finally entered, inch after inch sliding itself into Ethan's hole. The dragon growled more in pleasure than in warning. The human could only convulse as the slick member filled him, gripping the claws that held him in an effort to steel himself for the rising pain. Before long, he had taken three quarters of the dragon's considerable size, gasping as he involuntarily clenched down upon it. Gradually, Ethan felt the member reach as far as it would go. Sensing this, the dragon delicately pulled Ethan out, allowing the dick to slide out of him, only to push back in. This repeated countless times, again and again, every time the pace increasing slightly. The dragon's grip on Ethan was doing most of the work, thrusting the human back and forth with the assistance of light pelvic thrusting. Although he had been hastily lubricated, it was still unbelievably rough; the vice grip of the dragon never faltering as it drove Ethan into the shaft countless times, using him more as a sex toy than a living thing. Eventually, the friction between the anal passage and the penis lessened, the pistoning motion becoming smoother as it drove into Ethan's abused body for the hundredth time. The experience was painful and wholly mortifying for the already-panicked human, but there were sparks of arousal amidst the abuse, the tip of the long shaft occasionally smashing against the human's hard prostate, every time emitting a sharp inhale from the recipient in a response to the stimulation.

The dragon pushed Ethan into the member hard, only to shove him back down again; soon enough, there was almost no resistance at all. Ethan slid almost effortlessly backwards and forwards, the pace of the rigorous fucking reaching an impressive speed. The dragon did not relent in the mating, ignoring the strained cries and moans of the helpless human, pushing harder and faster as lust began to fully overcome the beast. Ethan was totally overwhelmed; lost in a haze of pleasure that, for the first time, overrode the pain as he finally submitted, falling limp in the dragon's grasp as he was thoroughly fucked; pumped back and forth unendingly and with unwavering momentum. The dragon's already-noisy breath became more labored, and Ethan found himself being pushed into the shaft with even more force than before; the steady rhythm broken up by more lust-driven, uncoordinated pushes that signaled that the dragon was finally close. At this stage, Ethan was in a state of slight delirium. Even though he fully knew of the dangers of his predicament, there was no shaking the feeling of morbid pleasure from his submission to the winged creature brought about by the forced mating.

Loud growls and breaths could be clearly heard from lustful, feral dragon, only intensifying as climax approached--thrusting was increased tenfold for the last five seconds of blazing, impassioned intensity before the explosive orgasm. Feeling the climax hit, Ethan cried out as stream after stream of dragon seed blasted into him, the power of the orgasm invoking a colossal roar from the dragon as Ethan was pumped full of thick, draconic semen.

Almost thirty seconds passed before the waves of pleasure seemed to subside. Virtually impaled on the dragon's penis, Ethan was partially relieved to have himself released from the dragon's iron grip and having the softening shaft slip out of him before he was thrown to the floor, disposed.

Ethan was finally separated from the much larger creature. Recovering from the short tumble, he lay on the dusty ground for as long as he could; the dragon seemed to be done for him, at least for now. For what felt like hours, Ethan rested under the beating sun, attempting to gather enough strength to stand up and seek civilization. Wherever the dragon had gone, Ethan was too tired to find out. He snapped out from his dazed state, however, when he felt an all-too familiar tongue brush against the soles of his feet as he lay. Alerted, his head shot up to investigate the stimulus, only to be greeted by the dragon's mouth delicately enveloping both of his feet, coating them in incredible humidity and immediate wetness. If he wasn't being eaten alive, he would have likely enjoyed the tickling sensation arising from his legs. Unfortunately, he _was_being eaten alive.

It took a few seconds for Ethan to realize what was happening. With newfound adrenaline rushing through him, Ethan kicked and squirmed relentlessly, shouting and swearing as the dragon's eyes observed him, just as ambivalent as ever. Despite the obvious protests, the dragon's muzzle press onwards; the scaled mouth and thick tongue soon engulfing the ankles, then the calves, then the knees in a flash. Ethan could only watch in horror as he was suckled up like some kind of savoury meal. No matter how much he writhed, he knew that his actions would be of no consequence: the kicks and pushes merely brushed against the dragon's slick tongue as it tasted the mammal's soft, sensitive flesh. The dragon was taking his time, the tongue taking special attention to stimulate the human's nether regions as they too were consumed, causing Ethan to squirm uncomfortably at the sudden stimulation.

Ethan's feet were almost at the back of the dragon's throat. He could feel his thighs brushing against razor-sharp teeth if he even made the smallest movement--if he was going to escape, he couldn't do it with his legs shredded. Keeping his already-engulfed lower body as still as possible as he was slowly swallowed, Ethan attempted pulling himself out of the mouth's embrace by pushing himself out using his arms. The dragon detected this instantly, the maw clamping down just below the human's naval, almost hard enough to break the skin. Wincing, Ethan began panicking once again as the dragon lifted his head as well as Ethan straight up to the sky; stretching to point the muzzle directly upwards and using the weight of gravity to slowly sink Ethan down into the muscular cavern of the throat. Fruitlessly trying his best to push himself upwards, Ethan slid down; the pressure of the dragon's teeth on his bare skin preventing a quick decent. The tongue was practically bathing his naked, abused body in thick, hot saliva as he was pulled ever deeper. Soon enough, Ethan had been swallowed up to his shoulders, his feet now wedged in the dragon's impossibly tight gullet. In one final desperate act, he used the last of his energy to punch the dragon anywhere he could reach, to at least cause the monster some pain before he was swallowed whole. The dragon's eyes snapped to the fighting human as soon as he landed the first punch, which did nothing but cause his fists to brush against the hard, rugged dragon scale.

Ethan had made a horrible mistake.

A toothy, devilish grin curled up the dragon's mouth as the teeth holding Ethan in place suddenly parted, sealing the human's fate as he fell fully into the dragon's mouth with nothing left to halt his decent. The long, heavy tongue instantly contorted around him, both pulling him into the throat and covering his body in saliva. Surrounded by tight flesh as he was pushed into the back of the maw, Ethan could only bawk at the intense heat as he descended into the dragon's throat, squeezed tightly by hot flesh at all and every angle. His sense of direction had left him completely, and so was his sight as the dragon's mouth clamped shut. Surrounded by overwhelming heat and total darkness, Ethan could no longer bring himself to fight back.

Bored with playing with his food, the dragon relaxed down and swallowed hard, sending the squirming human down into the stomach.