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It wasn’t the safest route to travel, but it wasn’t the worst either. The worst would have been cutting through Lenima, now THAT’S a good way to get robbed and probably killed. Heading through Ilvos wasn’t quite as fast, but a “maybe” is still way better than a “probably,” and there were hardly any people even living in the forest anymore, just some wildlife and the occasional wandering lanternbearer, and they’re basically harmless. Only thing left to be afraid of, really, was the fog dragons, and even then there were only what, like, five still alive? So if each claimed equal territory, and with the visibility, estimated travel time, route, and, so then that means around a one in ten chance of getting seen by one?

The courier set her package down on the ground for a moment, to lean against a tree and rest her feet for a bit. She redid the math with a stick in the dirt. Maybe one in ten isn’t good enough odds, but then again maybe the risk of a dragon is better than the certainty of murderous bandits? Too late to back out now, anyways. Sighing, she closed her pack back up, twisted the cap of the water case back on, hefted the heavy package’s straps back over her shoulder. She never did find out if they were nocturnal or diurnal, but having gone all day without sign, the odds couldn’t possibly improve by waiting for nightfall.

There was no road, only a general knowledge of a map mostly memorized, a compass, and a running tally of strides taken, counting aloud, under her breath each step. Not so loudly that she wouldn’t be able to hear anything else moving around her, though. The forest was almost entirely devoid of life, since the fog arrived, and honestly the dragons remaining mostly preyed on villages around the outskirts of the woods, just using it’s border as a lair of sorts. There was a pretty good chance that anything she heard that wasn’t her own footsteps or breath echoing would be one of them.

“Eight one four five three. Eight one four five four.”

She felt it was easier to count this way. A few minutes after she’d resumed from her rest, she heard something. A soft, almost imperceptible thud, just a quarter of a second after her own footfall. She froze, holding her breath. She didn’t turn around yet, just waited to see if it was imagined. She slowly turned her head, to look behind her, towards the direction it had come from. Nothing. At least, nothing within the visibility limit of the mist. She took three more steps, experimentally. Three more sounds, soft, plodding noises, disguised as her own echoes. Secure in the knowledge that she was just being paranoid about echoes, she consulted her compass, and turned back into the correct direction.

“Hello, meat.”

Startled by the sudden appearance of the monster in front of her, and partially due to walking straight into its muzzle, she fell over on her back, impact cushioned by the pack she was carrying. The creature breathed deeply, licking its lips, clearly pleased with its catch. Its scales were a silvery white color, to blend in with the pervasive mist that filled the region, just larger than a horse, with tight, pouncing musculature showing through the hide, and atrophied, vestigial wings that by now served mostly for cosmetic appeal. It prodded her side with the dull reverse edge of a talon.

“Roll over.”

It grunted at her in a deep, low tone. She hadn’t expected them to be able to speak at all, and was taken aback by how… man-like its voice was. In her confusion and panic, she obliged, rolling over on her stomach as her predator continued to rove over her body with its paws, feeling the curves through her clothing, removing her pack, throwing it against a tree.

“No!”

The sound of the precious cargo breaking, the quiet tinkle or oh so fragile glass, snapped her out of the stupor. She tried to push herself to her feet, but the strong palm of the dragon pushed down against her, right between her shoulder blades, shoving her face into the dirt.

The creature chuckled.

“No, indeed. You belong to me now. Your body is only permitted to move as I please. Now, stand up, and take your clothes off.”

She choked for air as the pressure was relieved from her torso, stumbled up to her feet. She tried to run to grab the package, but the creature could move too quickly, and the sharp, cold, feeling of a nearly metallic claw, ever so slightly biting into her shoulder, drawing a single bead of blood, froze her in place again.

“Hhmph. If you’re deaf, you’re just lunch. Now, take your clothes off, or I’ll eat you.”

Well there it was. Shaking, she turned her body towards the creature, now sitting on its haunches, tail slowly wagging, as it bored through her being with piercing blue eyes. She slowly brought her hand to the buttons on the front of her vest, and, looking into his eyes, began to undo them, one by one.

“Ye-e-esssss.” It was enjoying this. “Slower. Don’t cry. Not that slow. Give me a nice smile, after all, you get to live. Aren’t you thankful? Tell me how much you appreciate my kindness, my, my,” it took another breath, “How wonderful I am, for giving you this chance to earn my mercy.”

She dried her face on her shirt, before tossing it to the ground. _ _Fuck this guy. She turned around slowly, undoing her bra, letting it drop to the ground, the cloth’s crumpling nearly loud midst the relative silence. Only her breathing, pounding heartbeat, and her captor’s slow, heavy breaths. Wait, is that his?...

“Thank you.” She gulped, undoing her belt, “You’re… the strongest, most kind being I’ve ever met.”

He suddenly stood up, stepped forward, the motion finally freeing his growing penis from its sheathe, where previously the sitting position had partially concealed it behind a forelimb’s trailing fin. Growling, he stepped forward, his long, powerful strides eclipsing her tiny backpedals against his advance, grabbed the back of her head tight with his right claw, and forced her to the ground. It felt like her knees were broken. His throbbing red cock bobbed in front of her face, about a foot away, every one of the monster’s heartbeats causing it to bob up slightly, a little bit thicker, a little bit longer, not yet at the apex.

A very satisfied growl came from above her, his chest rumbling above her head, the painful grip finally weakening as his foot planted behind her own.

“You know how this works. Suck or get eaten. Your call. “

Should have taken the other route. At least there she’d just get stabbed in the gut and robbed. She wasn’t sure how to manage her breath, alternating between long, ragged breaths, and short gasps, she slowly extended one hand, the other resting on her thigh as she settled down. At least he let her keep her pants on. Wrapping her hand most of the way around the head, she cupped a bit of its running fluid, then gave one slow, experimental stroke. It’s a good thing, too, there was no was she could survive getting fucked by this, based on size alone, not even to mention the muscle mass in those legs behind it. He twitched, sucking in air through his teeth, at that first contact, the shudder causing a glob of precum to shake off and land on her exposed chest.

“Let’s make this more fun. Swallow my seed before I count to two hundred, and I’ll fly you to your destination, you’ll be there by supper time. Fail you get me off before then and, well,” he smirked, unseen by geometry, “well, by then it’ll be supper time, won’t it?”

She managed to contain her frustration with his constant changing of the goalposts, resigned in that she was probably going to violate another command that wasn’t issued until after the fact anyways. For now, the task at hand. In hand. She parted her lips, just breathing on the tip, as she mentally prepared for the plunge, slowly stroking just above the knot, rubbing her thumb over a soft barb.

“Ooooonnneeee,” he slowly began to count, “twwwooooooo.”

“I can concentrate on your dick better if you keep that in your head, please.”

“Oh right, I forgot who’s in charge here. “ The beast laughed, briefly palming her ass and squeezing it with one paw, before planting it back on the ground.

Placing her lips around the rim of the head, she pulled herself forward onto the cock, using both hands around the knot as leverage. It was big. Even at what was probably ‘hard’, it was still pleasantly pliable, like the stiff core of the shaft was still surrounded by some soft flesh, or else it’d be some immutably stiff column, but it was hard to get the her mouth around the thickness, not even yet worrying about the length. For a short while she just bobbed her head around the head, popping the seal of her lips over the sensitive ridge around the rim over and over, as both hands ran up and down the shaft, down closer to the base it took both at one place to reach her thumbs and fingertips together, pumping with both elbows. The precum was the most difficult part, thick, sticky, and so much of it.

“It helps if you just swallow it, Meat.”

Thanks a lot, asshole. But still, life. She had to try to time her breaths and throat convulsions around his heartbeat, each throb pushing another glob of the stuff out, with the original design intent to replace that spilled out of a dragoness’s slit, splashed across the ground by the force of their mating, but here it pooled in her mouth, spilling down her throat and on her chest and arms and legs in equal proportion. At the apex of each inhalation, his chest pressed against the back of her head, and he kneaded the ground slightly with his foreclaws.

“Mmmm, yeah,” he moaned out, giving her head another, short, shove knotwards, causing her to choke as his tip challenged the bend of her throat, “you’ve done this before haven’t you? Forty three. You’re such a good little slut for dragon dick. That must have been why they sent you this way, as a gift for me. Forty four. Breath through your nose.”

The force of his arm was stronger than her gag reflex, forcing the head into her throat. She ran her tongue in tiny circles around each barb as they passed, in, and out, using both arms again to pull herself up and down the length of his shaft, not willing to let the head escape her throat, out of fear of going through that ordeal again. Eventually, though, she did need to come up for air. Giving one last, deep pull, holding at her maxima for a moment, and allowing peristaltic swallowing reflex to massage his girth for a few seconds, she finally pulled, up, gasping for air like a drowned woman, her head nearly propelled off by backpressure from fluids. She was soaked now, both in precum and sweat and saliva, both her own and his, as during the depths of her deep throat, he’d curved his neck down and licked down her spine, from the nape of her neck down to the extent his tongue could reach down the back of her pants without removing them.

By her own mental count of time, she had one last chance, and it seemed like her might be close, judging by the curling of his hindclaws, cutting divets in the dirt, flexing and unflexing in the air as they clawed at nothing by reflex, and the accelerated power of his heartbeat, driving his cock to throb and bob continually, the knot visually pulsing with a need for release. Straining her lungs to their fullest extent, she took a deep, breath, and grabbing the knot with both hands, pulled her mouth onto his rod, trying to fuck her throat as hard as she could. She felt the pace increase, and her arm’s strain weaken, as her aching knees were given brief relief, his strong arm looped underneath her, grabbing her by the waist, moving her by his accord. Fucking her like a toy. Her lips burned in pain, stretched beyond their normal capacity, he was nearly in her stomach, her nose kissing his knot, letting her limbs go completely limp as he finished himself off, bucking his hips violently as he pounded her mouth.

His breath caught halfway through his climax, trying to roar weakly, the force of his orgasm running his lungs empty as they struggled against his ribcage, every muscle in his body wracked in pleasure. Just before she passed out from lack of oxygen, he let go, needing the paw free to steady himself, and the building pressure of his ejaculate causing her to slowly sliiiide off, plopping onto the ground in a puzzle of draconic cum.

“Gooood giirrrrrll…” he trained off into a low rumble, stroking her sticky her and she coughed, trying to clear her throat enough to resume normal breathing. He lifted his right legs, and sidestepped, maneuvering his body around her prone, shaking wreck, his smirk returned.

“Well, I’ve decided you made it just in time. Clean yourself up, you look disgusting.” He picked up her discarded shirt and flung it into her prone body, shuddering in shame, pain, and some amount of shameful pleasure her subconscious had somehow derived from the act.

She took her shirt and vest, her only dry pieces of clothing, used the shirt to try to mop up some of the sexual fluids, she’d have to get away with just wearing the vest for a top. Pants would be a separate issue. Suddenly remembering her mission, she crawled over to the discarded package, leaving a snail trail of cum across the forest floor as she went over. Well, not all of them were broken. Two of the three had shattered on impact, but the third was still good. Maybe that would be enough.

“Come on now, once you’re dried off I have my part of the deal. Where were you going? Hmm, maybe I should just keep you, as a pet? No? Well, come back and visit some time. I think we’ve established my toll for save travel quite well, yes.”

ALTERNATE VORE ENDING

“However, the deal was, you had to swallow, remember? Look at this mess. Look at how much of my sperm you’ve wasted on the ground. Shameful, what would your parents say if they saw you laying in that puddle like that? Looks like I’m going to have to get all that wasted energy and protein back.”

She looked up at him, from her sticky, half naked mess on the ground. She hadn’t really appreciated his size, even when underneath him, until she was prone on the ground, his open jaw looming ominously above her head, thick, dark red tongue slowly licking each tooth. Oh fuck this was happening. She tried to get to her feet, tried to run, but her bare feet were slick, and the ground was slippery, with the splattered fluids, and her caught her calve with a claw, sticking the bladelike tip a half inch into her flesh. She cried out in pain, flecks of cum shaking loose from her lips and hair.

“Now, now, don’t cry. You deserve this.”

He lifted her up by that impaled leg, raising his claw up to his eye level, licked at the small trickle of blood. He lowered his head, continued to raise his claw, gave her pussy a few slow, torturous licks as it passed his head, until finally their eyes met again. Hers, watery from pain and mortality, his sharp and evil with lust and hunger. Tossing her up with a flick of his wrist, he snapped his jaw around her head, fangs biting into her torso, piercing her ribcage and shoulder blades. Her cries of pain echoed through the forest, mixed in with his own ravenous growls. He pinned her legs down with both claws as he hungrily stuffed her in, working her torso into his throat, snapping her upper arms like twigs between his fingers to stop her flailing, then, having captured her head and shoulder securely in his gullet, flipped his snout upwards, gulped, and slurped her legs and lower body down to oblivion as if she were an inanimate foodstuff.

Fully satisfied, he decided to climb up a nearby tree, and take a nap, slowly rubbing his stuffed belly and softening cock as he dozed off.