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Shalla was always the sort for dramatic entrances. Leave it to a dragoness. It had been several years since he had first met her, that awe-inspiring morning in their first of many classes together. Jump forward through a few semesters, and he was proudly one of the first human students to be working on the newly-offered Masters of Dragonology program. Truly it was a wonderful time of peace and understanding between the two species, one based in conversation and mutual learning. But even after getting to know them so much better, and overcoming his initial fear, there was still a deeply-rooted primal human instinct that made itself known when he was standing alone in a forest clearing, listening for the sound of wings overhead.

She was taking her time. He wasn't even really sure what he had agreed to. While she had a mate already, one who William was quite fond of as well, he still felt very close to her. Intimate, both in the way they worked together and in the private moments they shared. Maybe it wasn't professional. But it hadn't stopped him from being an excellent student. He was always willing to do her a favour, leaping at the chance before even getting an explanation. Help her come up with a hatchday gift (such an adorable term) for their adult daughter? Well, there was no way he could say no to that, even if he had no idea how meeting her all the way out there was actually helping.

Standing in their meeting spot brought back good memories. He thought about their first night together, that feeling of awe and fear seeing her swooping down upon him. Honestly, it never went away. He still got the same shivers, the same wide-eyed look of wonder on his face when he caught the first glimpse of those sky-clouding wings spreading out above him. By then it was already far too late for an escape. He stood his ground, getting a slight chill as a rush of wind caught him, folding his arms and looking up with a smile. She was probably going to make it look like she was about to directly pounce him from the skies, flashy as she was with these kinds of things.

Except, it wasn't Shalla looming there above him. The sun was near to setting but he could already tell by the way the light reflected off an elegant pair of blue and violet wings. They were open wide, ready to envelop him, and for a brief moment he felt that fear again. The pure, primal sense of being exposed, so small and insignificant compared to a hungry dragon. He saw a flash of teeth, and of long, deadly claws, and he couldn't think. He could only react. Dropping flat to the ground, he narrowly dodged those lunging talons, sharp enough to cleave him right in two if he didn't get out of the way. He knew Shalla would never harm him - but this was someone else. A stranger dragon. All bets were off.

This one wasn't as large as the dragoness he knew, but that didn't mean he was in any less danger. He felt those claws shearing through the air just above them, and had to touch his back just to ensure he hadn't actually been sliced open. No harm done, but it was close. Rolling over, he scrambled, making his way to the nearby trees so that he might at least have some cover when the dragon came back around for another divebomb. He really wasn't sure what to do, but his body, his instincts seemed to operate all on their own, seizing hold of his muscles and making him run about as hard as he had ever done. That didn't stop him from feeling the air rushing towards him from behind as the dragon descended, jaws wide open, saliva running from their mouth.

He caught a brief glimpse of his assailant before they struck. A bright-eyed, pretty dragon, their feminine features were made much less gentle by that hungry snarl. She must have been female, judging by her overall structure and colouration. All icy blue with regal purple highlights, she might have been something to admire if he was permitted to look at her for more than those last few seconds before she caught him. They seemed to last for entire minutes as he simply froze up at the sight of her. The teeth on display spoke of pure ferocity, of danger and doom, but there was a playful, happy look in her eyes he managed to perceive in his fleeting glance. Then she caught him.

He wasn't ashamed of his own scream, terrified though it was. That was just what came naturally to humans when they were snatched from the face of the earth in a pair of dragon jaws. He was almost certain she would bite him in two, lunging like that. All he could really do was curl up and accept a gruesome death. But instead, he found himself soaring. And soaking. She had him firmly between her lips and teeth, holding but not biting as she ascended once more, taking to the skies at a breakneck pace that had the wind rushing against his face, exhilarating and slightly painful all at once. The chill contrasted the tremendous heat of her mouth, as she slickly drooled upon him the longer she held on. He remained rigid, his breath caught in his throat, watching the nearby city vanish beneath him as nothing more than a set of distantly twinkling lights.

Just as quickly as they went up, they were descending again. William couldn't look. He closed his eyes and sheltered his face from the wind with his arms, hoping she didn't accidentally drop him. Or piledrive him into the dirt, for that matter. They were going so fast, he thought they were going to form a crater when they landed, but she smoothly absorbed the impact like nothing as spread her wings and slowed herself at the last few moments. Opening her mouth, she spat him out with an exaggerated [i]pleh[/i] and left him tumbling for a moment, coated in enough dragon saliva to make his clothes stick to his skin.

He was stunned, to say the least. Facedown in the grass, he listened to the katydids chirping their chorus over the forest's stillness. Then there was a sound he didn't expect. The dragoness giggled. There was no mistaking it. A silly, girlish sound like that didn't seem like something that could ever come out of a dragon, but it couldn't have been anything else. When he didn't rise quickly enough for her, she swiped him with her long, drippy tongue so firmly it turned him right over onto his back. He was left looking up at a delightful dragoness smile through his blurred eyes.

“Hi!" she said happily. “I'm Alura. You're probably William! I hope so, or this is going to be kind of awkward."

“I … I don't … um. Hi there." He cleared his throat, wiping some of the tears from his cheeks. Not from crying, just from the wind. “Are you … Shalla's daughter?"

“Uh huh!" She grinned even bigger, looming so close her every breath puffed in his face. It smelled like a candy store, and he welcomed the warmth. “Mom said that if I was going to be an adult now then it was time for me to learn how to hunt. So she got me a present!"

“Oh." He stopped, and thought about it. Then he just laughed. “Yeah, that makes sense. You gave me a pretty good scare!"

“Sorry! Sort of. I wanted to make sure it felt real. You know, so I could say I really caught you!" Her eyes glimmered with pride.

“Well then. I'd say you caught me. What now?"

He tried to sit up, only to find himself startled by her sudden movement. She pretty much stomped on him. It somehow didn't hurt, but it meant he was flattened right back down to the ground by her heavy foot, feeling her toes wrapping around his ribs and keeping him there. She leaned in even closer to his face, giving him a look that was part playful, part ferocious and feral.

“Nooope. No getting away now. Didn't we just go over this? I [i]caught[/i] you. That means you're mine now! And I'm really hungry."

“Oh. Oh! I didn't realize we were going to …" He trailed off, sucking in a breath. “I've done this before but, um, I'll be alright, right?"

“Don't worry! Mom does a magic thing or whatever. You'll be back. I'll be nice, too! No teeth!" She showed them all as she said that, licking along their edges for extra gleam. “Still going to have fun with you though. Taaaaasty human."

He was used to Shalla's warm, soothing demeanour. Around her, all the worries that came with being human in the presence of a dragoness could simply melt away. Even when she was intentionally trying to get a rise out of his instincts. But this one, she was different. Alura was full of youthful rambunctiousness, seeming to just assume he'd trust her right on first meeting. Of course, he did, given she was related to his dear professor. But he still found himself frozen, trying to hide his actual fear beneath his friendly nature.

“Well, as long as I'm not making some kind of permanent commitment, I'm happy to help you learn - hmmf!"

She cut him off by just latching her jaws onto his face. It was a bite that could have taken his head off if she wasn't careful. He could feel her teeth wrapped around his throat. But rather than do him any harm, she had precisely lined up the strike to perfectly envelop his every feature all at once, trapping him in humid darkness. He was left with mere sensations, unable to see a thing as she sucked on his whole head. Her lips pressed sweetly to his neck, and her tongue smoothly glazed across his face, from one cheek to the other, not sparing a single detail with the extra slimy paint job.

Her cheeks outright bulged with the force of sucking, the squishy noise echoing around his head to deafening degree. He was almost entirely frozen while she tasted him, knowing how much of his flavour she was slurping out of him. The echoes of her gullet working left a shiver in his spine. It wasn't an unfamiliar sound by any means. He'd been in dragon maws before. But hers was an unknown. He wasn't sure how gentle her insides were going to be with him, but judging by the ravenous way she was toying with him, he was going to find out soon. That was only reinforced by the gurgle he heard rumbling up from within her as her belly anticipated his presence.

She spat him out again, leaving him soaking and dripping, sputtering as she laid there, pinned by her powerful foot. He had enough freedom of movement to wipe at his face at least, though it proved pointless when she was still drooling on him. She reminded him of an excited dog like that. Her mouth was open, her tongue hanging down to just barely brush against his nose, while she puffed out sugary breath so hot it probably could have sparked a fire on a dryer day. She was taking a moment, maybe overwhelmed by the rush of presumably her first hunt, and he took the opportunity to attempt squirming out from beneath her pinning foot just a little.

It wasn't even that he was trying to get away. More just hoping for a little more breathing room. But even that slight movement had her snap back to attention, whipping her head downwards and sucking her tongue back behind her teeth just in time for her to lock them all together. Her snarl resonated right inside of him, a sound so strong he could feel it in his stomach, in his bones, rattling him. He wasn't sure but he was fairly certain his heart briefly stopped just to see her go from playful to vicious in less than a single breath of time. She was fun. But she was still a dragoness. And she seemed to have decided he wasn't allowed to move.

She tightened her grip around him. Even if she wasn't quite as big as her parents, she was powerful. He could feel the strength in those toes, holding him, pulling him along. He had to admire her teeth some, even when they were right in his face like that. If he knew her a little better he might have offered to reach out and stroke them, just admire her fine mouth for a while. She wasn't in the mood for such subtlety. No sooner had she locked her toes around him, and she was wrenching him up into the air in a sudden yank, leaving him a mass of flailing limbs and flecks of her own spit soaring off in all directions before she caught him in her jaws once more.

He flinched hard, breath escaping him as he felt her teeth come down on his spine and belly. As before, she was precise. Surgical, even. Though he preferred not to think that word when such deadly fangs were precariously pressed to his skin. Regardless, she had him locked in her jaws once more, wrapped up from his head to his chest. The rest of him dangled out, dripping a little as she just nibbled at him. It seemed almost playful in contrast to her previous bout of aggression. Especially when she licked his face like a dog. He was getting used to staying on guard with her though, knowing that she could strike again at any moment. And that meant he was slightly less surprised when she did. But only slightly.

It wasn't a sudden gulp or suck or anything he might have expected. Instead, he found his spine bending in odd directions as she whipped her head back, releasing him on the way up to fling him right up into the air all over again. He was little more than a ragdoll as he soared, letting out a partly stifled cry before he plunged back down. She caught him just before he hit the ground this time, snapping him up in her jaws once more, even more deeply. He heard her giggle all around him as he squirmed there, half-consumed, legs kicking between her lips just on instinct. That just seemed to fuel her own desires, leaving her gobbling around him, shoving lewdly between his thighs to stuff him towards her gullet, letting the sound of mighty gulping drown out all other sound for a while.

He couldn't stop struggling. It just came naturally. And she seemed to like it. He could feel the excitement surging through her as she suckled on him. He was still wearing his clothes, but they were so soaked by then it felt like her tongue was running along his bare skin. She flipped him around onto his back, making sure to lick everything, digging right beneath his shirt with her nimble, forked tongue. Then she was ripping that top right from him, shaking him around as if maiming him. The only damage was to his outfit, which she skillfully shredded from him with her teeth and tongue alike, prying or biting without every accidentally pricking him. Maybe a few light scrapes, but nothing to complain about. He was soon left in little more than tatters as she flicked his boots off with her tongue, sending them soaring as she suckled deep on his naked body.

Of course he was aroused. He could tell how much she was enjoying him. Especially with all that saliva pouring down, feeling like he was caught in a torrential downpour. It was so warm. It smelled so nice. And she was an expert with her tongue. A little lust became a lot as she licked him between the legs. This was supposed to be training for a hunt, but she couldn't help but play with her food a little. He stopped struggling at that point, though his legs were still moving plenty. It was pretty much impossible to hold still when an actual dragoness was so gleefully licking his hard cock in sultry, soaking slurps.

Her gullet was tighter than he was used to. She wasn't quite as big as the other dragons he'd been inside. When she started gulping at his head, he really felt every single compression. This wasn't a smooth, effortless slide on her part. She had to work him down, inch by inch. Thankfully for them both, she seemed more than up for the task. Rolling her head back and putting gravity on her side, she began to swallow hard. The pressure might have been crushing if not for how soft and fleshy her throat was, kneading all around him as she warmly embraced him with her insides. He'd only just met her, but he was soon to be exploring her stomach.

The sweetness of her scent never faded even when he went deeper. Maybe things got a little damper, but they remained pleasant. He twitched and shook as his shaft went gliding along her outstretched tongue towards the back of her throat, dragging along the slightly bumpy texture until he couldn't help but foolishly moan. She was barely even trying to indulge him, just hungrily stuffing him down, but the confines of her sloppy maw were so pleasant he couldn't help but get off on being there. Nearly anyway, edging his way down as he vanished into her throat, bulging out those azure scales until he was just a pair of feet between her lips.

One last lick, and a bit of a nibble on his toes, and she tucked him away. The final gulp resonated so strongly it sounded like a bomb going off from his perspective. He sank sweetly into her depths with an extended sigh, horny and oddly soothed despite how forcefully she'd sent him there. Her stomach was a bit slimy, and plenty humid, almost immediately making him sweat. But he was used to that by then. Once his legs followed the rest of him, sliding down her gullet to bunch up against his chest, he sought a comfy position to settle in for the long gurgle. It was a lot tighter in there than he was used to, kneading all around him firm enough to text his flexibility. All the other sensations kept him from feeling too worried about that.

More importantly, she loved it. He could tell by her outright moans, feeling that sag of his form in her belly swinging back and forth as she rocked her hips where she stood. Simply thrusting into the air, she wobbled and rolled her hips, jiggling her prey-filled gut while she hissed and groaned and huffed in her delight. He soon felt one of her front feet pressing up against him, making things even more cramped in there as she kneaded and admired her slowly churning captive. Shifting his position, he sucked in a few unsteady breaths before settling again. And he was still turned on in there, even once the gurgling grew more urgent.

Her moaning voice was loud enough to hear even over the rising digestive noise.

“Nnnnnn, that felt, that felt … so, [i]so[/i] good," she murmured out, breathing quickly. “Just so you know I'm totally going to masturbate to this feeling. Mom would probably scold me for not treating you like real prey. But it's just … nnnf!"

It took him a while to steady his breathing and get comfy enough to actually respond. Even then, the constant clenching and contracting all around his body threw him off, leaving his words shaky and breathy.

“You seem … oof … pretty predatory to me!"

She giggled again to hear that. He could feel her starting to rock back and forth, rolling her hips in a repetitive thrusting motion, like she were riding a lover. But it was just her own tail. She curled it and dipped the tip right up into her pussy without hesitation. No teasing, no stroking, just a full on shove to aggressively penetrate herself. That left her lurching forward, grinding at her own tail as she pleasured herself to the feeling of prey stirring within her belly. That was the real turn on. The slick plunge of her scaly tail in and out of that sopping, dripping sex was just adding to the excitement as she whimpered and moaned cutely, all but singing her way towards orgasm.

“Thank you! That's so nice of you to say!" she managed to chirp out amid her steaming puffs and groans of delight before going on casually. “Gonna digest you now!"

And she certainly was. He knew by then just how quickly dragons bellies worked, but he was used to having more room to maneuver than that. It was tight enough that he worried about getting crushed by those dangerous squishes. The walls were fleshy and soft, but the churning had already begun. He could mashed up against himself, the air perpetually knocked out of him, but there was plenty of it to breathe between squeezes to recover. The trickling had started too, turning that sweet inner scent increasingly heated. The sugary something never quite went away, though it was gaining an undercurrent of acidic burn that made him cough slightly.

Then came the tingling. He knew from experience that he was already digesting. His body ought to have been in a state of utter panic at the damage being done to him. But the dragoness was kind enough not to let him feel any of it, just like the other dragons he had met. He certainly felt something, but there was no pain, no fear, just a ticklish, or slightly itchy feeling creeping over his skin. It started at his toes, and his fingertips, and nothing was spared. Even his most sensitive parts, still engorged and aroused despite the circumstances, were far from immune. It was enough to get him squirming. Which only made her enjoy melting him all the more.

Beyond just moaning, she was outright crying out as she shoved near half her own tail inside of her. The strange angle didn't hinder her any either. She was rutting herself, pounding her tail in and out until her own juices were splattering down the back of her thighs. They hit the grass, steaming where they landed, marking the soil in the scent of horny dragoness. Yet despite how roughly she was getting off on digesting her human meal, tongue hanging limp over her lower lip and eyes all narrowed in bliss, she still spoke to him with a friendly and relatively relaxed tone.

“Mmf. So! Mom tells me you're one of her first master's students!" She sounded as conversational as if they had just met, ignoring the fact that she'd already ingested him. “I think that's really nice! You're probably a total sweetheart. I look forward to meeting you better when you're not churning up inside me!"

He hardly even knew what to say to that. It was also getting slightly harder to stay focused, as the air grew thicker, the humidity stuck to his skin, and his extremities went from tingling to utterly numb. That feeling only spread upwards, over his legs, his arms, reaching his chest, making his breaths shorter, more rapid.

“Um, that's right! Maybe we should arrange for a bit of a longer hangout sometime?" he faintly suggested, wondering if she would even hear him over the increasingly aggressive [i]bworble[/i] of her stomach around him.

“Gasp! Human! That sounds like you were asking me on a date." She grinned sharply. He could hear it in her voice. “I obviously accept. Definitely! You seem like you'll be a lot of fun to spend time with! And not just cause you're tasty. But also: you are."

He chuckled some, coughing again. It was hard to even tell how much of himself was left at that point. He was softening, parts of him turned to little more than mush. His vitals were still intact. That numbness was oddly soothing as it spread over him. A calming, sauna-like feeling of absolute relaxation was easy to achieve when there was nothing left with which to feel tense. He tried not to think about what it actually looked like, and simply embrace his pleasing, increasingly mushy state as she already started absorbing some of him. The fleshy, thundering [i]glorps[/i] and grumbles intensified as she sucked some of his partly-digested body down into her intestines for further processing.

“Well, thank you. I pride myself on being appetizing to cute dragons." His voice was strained, but he managed. Not much longer now.

She jolted in response to his words, rocking him suddenly back and forth as her belly wobbled. He felt a few pieces of him utterly collapse, which was always a striking feeling. But even being melted by potent draconic acid, he was just sighing towards his impending goopy demise.

“Cute!" she exclaimed, and then laughed. “You're the cute one here! I'm a big scaly death machine!"

He chuckled quietly, sounding like he was half asleep. “Mm, maybe. A cute one though."

She snorted. He couldn't see it, but there was a thick cloud of smoke billowing out of his nostrils. The acids around him bubbled up higher, coming close to completely immersing him. He could barely hold his head up anymore, all but ready to collapse inwards on himself. She had almost finished him off.

“Hmph. Maybe. Maybe we're both cute," she grumbled, feigning offense. Then her voice grew deeper, almost a snarl as she rumbled out her words right at her belly in a dangerous, seductive tone. “You won't look so cute when I'm shitting you out under a tree."

Even in his partly-conscious state, such a dirty statement made him blush. He felt his cheeks burning in more than one sense as he briefly slipped out of that numbed, magically soothed state. For less than a second, a tiny fraction of a moment, he felt himself [i]sizzling[/i] inside of her. Only for it to vanish as quickly as it began, leaving him wondering if he had imagined it. It was just a little tease. A little sample of what she was really doing to him, to remind him of his place. A soft, fragile human, disintegrating in a dragoness' gut, digesting into nutrients for her to absorb. A fate so many humans before him had experienced, without the luxury of coming back.

He wanted to retort somehow, but all he could do was gargle as those digestive juices entered his throat. That meant he was mostly mush, unable to support his own weight, collapsing down and going beneath the surface. What remained of his muscles were wildly contracting, leaving him in a fit of final twitches as he burned up beneath the surface, turning to little more than slop. It was at the same time a frightening feeling as it was exhilarating, flooding his brain with emotions and pleasure even as his own body was utterly destroyed. Swept away and jammed into a tighter passage to continue his journey through her system.

And of course she got off on it. She had already said as much. Feeling him fading filled her with morbid pleasure, making her lock her teeth together in a savage grin. Her eyes blazed with bliss. She'd never had such a pleasant meal before, in all her feasting. Laying her head down flat on the ground, she raised her haunches high as she fucked herself with her tail, juicily jamming a whole two feet of the scaly appendage up between those soaking lips. She was absolutely oozing. Dripping hot, fresh dragon juice as she plunged in and out, rolling her hips, digging in her claws, focusing on the sensation of her belly clenching up against William's formally-solid form, squishing it down flat until his finally movements utterly ceased. Then she came.

Her climax was accompanied by a roar that shook the trees around her, sending birds and small mammals scrambling for safety as she erupted. Her pussy gushed back all over her own tail, as well as the forest floor behind her. She squirted hard. Absolutely spraying out a messy orgasm, she writhed and clawed great divots into the soil while she drooled into the dirt. It maybe wasn't the most elegant of looks for her. But who could judge? She'd proven herself a true, mature dragoness, capable of chasing down her prey all by herself. The pride of it all was almost as good as the pleasure itself. Her muscles flexed and tightened beneath her scales as climax screamed through her body, only to loosen up once more as afterglow took over. She slumped, she sagged, and finally she just flopped right over with a thunderous crash, stretching her legs out as she finally withdrew her tail, panting and sighing out dramatically.

Her belly was still noisily working, and she rubbed at it as he continued churning for her. Almost gone. Just a few little bits left, and they squished down easily when she pressed on them. It wasn't like she'd never eaten live prey before, but to think that the same human she had been speaking to just seconds ago was nothing more than sludge passing through her intestines was just too delightful for her to handle. She wanted more. No matter how full she felt. There was no way she was going to be satisfied with just eating him once. She grinned and closed her eyes, tongue still hanging from her jaws, listening to the steady gurgles as they sung her to sleep. It was going to be the best nap ever.

Even if he had proven to be a satisfying meal, he was still just one human. It wasn't like it took long to fully make use of him. She absorbed him in her sleep, cooing and twitching here and there. Even letting slip a few little moans as she slumbered. Nothing could disturb her in those moments. She was far too content. The only thing that could possibly wake her from the perfect predatory nap was the end of William's journey. He was delicious and handsome and satisfying, but nature was still nature. She couldn't use every single pound of him, and so the rest was all packed inside of her as a load of dragon waste. A little pressure had her snorting awake.

It wasn't yet urgent, but he was ready. She rose to her feet with a great big yawn, stretching out like a cat before trotting off. Her belly was softer. It jiggled with her merry steps, plump and well-fed. She'd wear that pudge off before long, but in the meantime she could appreciate it. Swishing her tail as she went, she sought out the right tree for the deed. It had to be a big one, with just the right amount of shade. When she found it, she turned her tail end towards it, squatted, huffed out, and began to squeeze.

With her tail lifted high, that purple-ish hole was exposed. It crackled as it spread open, letting the hard-packed form of the digested human push free. Steaming hot and soft, she pushed out with ease. Almost as if he'd been designed for a dragon's digestive system. She dumped him in the middle of nowhere, right down into the grass, her breath a little shaky. It wasn't that it was [i]sexy[/i] exactly. Just that it was fun to think about how whole he'd been before she got a hold of him. Amazing how she could turn someone so delicious and enticing into, well, [i]that[/i]. A great big pile of heated brown shit that accumulated in lengthy coils. A few tiny flecks of bone wedged deep into the mess only confirmed the fact that it was really him.

As pretty as she might have been, all elegant and colourful, it didn't make the process any less filthy. William was [i]shit[/i]. Several pounds of it. His skull was stuck in the mess somewhere once she'd worked it out from beneath her lifted tail, but she didn't really notice. It got crushed somewhere in the process, splintered and hollowed out, packed with dragon waste. She couldn't help but glance back at what she'd done after a few minutes of faintly grunting, impressed by just how big the pile was. Any other point in history, and that would have been it. Another human eaten and crapped out in the woods, digested and gone. But William was a very lucky human.

She smirked to herself, satisfied with her dirty work as she lumbered off. She already felt lighter. A nice cool lake was what she needed next, to cleanse and generally relax after getting all hot and bothered with him. But she was already thinking about their next meeting. He would continue existing soon enough once her mother's magic caught up with him, and she was already brimming with thoughts of all the things she could do with him. And to him. He really had no idea what he'd stumbled into by agreeing to meet with her for the first time, but no way was she letting him off at just one devouring!

Of course her mother was all over her with questions when she returned to the den from her successful hunt. Both fussing over whether she enjoyed herself, and whether she had been kind to the sweet young man. Alura wasn't having any of it. She just stuck her tongue out and gave a heavy belch by way of answering.

“At least tell me you didn't use your teeth," Shalla insisted, reclining in the firelight, her eyes twinkling.

“I didn't use my teeth," Alura answered, bearing them all.

“Now, are you just saying that because I asked you to, or …"

Alura just stepped in close and gave her mother a nuzzle. “I was nice. Honest. He seems fun. No wonder you like sexing him up!"

“Alura!"

“I know it's true!"

“Yes, but you shouldn't say it!"

That made the younger dragoness chuckle. “Modesty? You're becoming more human every day."

Shalla nudged at her daughter. “I don't think that's a bad thing. In this case."

Alura just snorted. “Maybe."

She didn't mention their future plans. If only because she knew how her mother would overreact. That was just too much delight for one evening. Especially when she was so nice and relaxed after her meal. One nap was never enough for dragons. She snuggled in, laying against the great mass of the much bigger green dragoness, sighing. Shalla put a wing over her and hummed, silently focusing her energy, tuning in to William's spirit and ensuring his encounter with her daughter wasn't the end for him.

He awoke as usual, safe and sound in his own bed. He'd learned not to question the magic of dragons by then. Nor to worry too much about that ominous empty spot in his memory between digestion and return. It had been several hours. But it was still the weekend. He felt refreshed and awake, as if he had slept for a full night without any interruptions. Once he'd stretched and stepped into the shower, he couldn't help but recall those final moments with her. She was so deliciously lewd about it, getting off on his very last gasps. Just recalling her elegant scales and her wild, toothy grin was making his cheeks all red. He couldn't wait until their next meeting. He just hoped Shalla approved.

***

“Of course I do!" the great dragoness assured him when he let slip their future plans.

She didn't even need to say it. William could see the professor's eyes lighting up as soon as he told her the news of their little date. Her smile warmed him inside, and he couldn't help but return it.

“Oh good! I just wanted to be sure. Being your daughter and all. I have a lot of respect for you and I -"

She put a toe to her lips by way of shushing him. He was flattered to think she had picked up that gesture from her time with humans.

“I already said it's fine with me! Though I appreciate your fussing. It is very human." She licked over her lips, which was just a casual motion, though it still caught his eyes anyway. “To tell you the truth, I am pleased to see her making friends, human or otherwise. Such a rambunctious one. I had worried she might not adjust well to this growing peace."

William lightly chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. “I mean … she's pretty wild, yeah. Maybe I can help her settle down a little?"

“Oh, I doubt that." Shalla smiled more broadly. “If anything, I expect you might enable her and her youthful whims! But as long as you two are having fun, I am pleased."

Then he was just laughing. Blushing too. “Aha … yeah. Probably. She's hard to resist. And not just because she's, you know, a dragon."

“She is very strong-willed. But don't be afraid to stand up for yourself. I'm sure she doesn't want you to be unhappy," Shalla said with a knowing nod.

“Do you know what she likes to eat, maybe? I was thinking of bringing her something. A … gift, I suppose."

That just made Shalla's eyes light up all over again. She looked like her heart had just melted.

“Goddess, you two are already getting gifts for each other?"

William was immediately flustered. “I mean … I just thought it would be nice! I'm not trying to …"

But Shalla wasn't having it. She leaned in closer to him, letting him bask in her breath once more. Even all the years of knowing her, all the studying and working in her presence, he still briefly flinched when she leaned in like that. He liked it, honestly. That perpetual intimidation felt nice in a way. Maybe because he knew how sweet and warm she really was, and so the fear always vanished in a moment.

“It is difficult to know what a dragoness of her age might like, but I think I might perhaps know someone who can help. I will be sure to let you know before your date."

William was about to protest the word 'date', but he knew better than to argue with Shalla, however playfully it might have been. He just rubbed his head some more and got back to his reading, delighted by how much more animated and visibly excited the dragoness had grown just to hear about the plan. He just hoped he could handle spending time with Alura. On the outside of her, anyway.

***

Maybe it seemed a little strange to bring an entire animal back to the woods rather than out of it, but Shalla had assured him Alura would appreciate such an offering. The only real problem was actually getting it to their meeting spot by the lake. Driving there was one thing. Hauling an entire deer was another. He had it on a sheet, attached to some ropes, and was dragging it along as he made his way into dragon territory, bearing the offering of a very fresh, whole creature. Hauling it along made him regret his formal choice of dress. He just hoped nothing else found him first. It was hard to run in those shoes.

The sight of her basking by the water, waiting for him, was enough to make him forget about how odd the whole thing was. She was gorgeous. All stretched out, laying on her belly with her front legs planted sphinx-like, highlighting the taut musculature of her elegant body. The sun shone down upon her scales, giving her the appearance of glittering jewellry in pastel tones. Her eyes sparkled just as much as her sweet smile when she saw him approaching with his gift. When she happily swished her tail back and forth across the grass, he saw she had a purple bow tied to it. There was another on one of her horns.

Also among her adornments was a gemmed necklace, containing some sort of precious stone. It caught his eye. Partly because he wasn't used to dragons wearing much of anything. When she noticed his gaze, she gave a sweet, soft laugh.

“This is a special birthday gift. I'll tell you about it later! Hi William! I'm really glad you actually came!"

He was so stricken by that he actually gasped out loud.

“You didn't think I would?"

She shrugged.

“I thought maybe I scared you a little last time. I wouldn't have blamed you."

He shook his head, defiant. “Not at all. I'm not going to ask you not to be a dragon around me. You were very gentle with me."

She grinned again, looking briefly more like a shark than a dragon.

“I'm glad you had fun too. Maybe this time you'll last a little longer!" Her eyes shifted to the animal. “What a nice gift! I bet I know who told you to bring that!"

He looked back at the deer. It still felt a little strange to be bringing that to a date. But dragons weren't humans after all.

“I hope that's not, um, insulting your abilities or anything."

“Pssh!" The exclamation made a brief gust of smoke escape her nostrils. “Dragons love getting free food. It's a compliment! I brought you snacks too!"

He arched a brow at that, wondering just what sort of treats a dragon might have on offer. But she just pulled a blanket off of a large tin, revealing an outright mountain of confectionery. Baked goods and treats, looking freshly made and decorated with roughly a fistful of sparkles. They looked delicious, if slightly amateurish in construction. She was beaming above the cupcakes and miniature cakes.

“I'm kind of new to the whole baking thing, but it's all sweet and tasty and that's what matters most, I think. Plus I bet you've never had cupcakes baked in dragonfire before!"

Her eagerness ensured he was quick to actually try them. Sitting down with her, he tucked into several of those delicious treats, immediately greeted by a strikingly sweet, sticky delight. There was some sort of undercurrent of flavour he didn't quite recognize, something exquisitely indulgent. He was all but drooling just to nibble on some cupcakes. She was looming the whole while, the look of pride on her face one that just made him want to smooch her. Maybe he even could have got away with it. But he wasn't going to press his luck, especially when she was probably hungry. He hoped to get more than just a few minutes with her this time, after all.

Satisfied with the extent of his nibbling, she took to the feast he had brought her. He had already felt what it was like to get swept up in her appetite, but watching it from the outside was enough to leave him frozen mid-bite with a mouthful of cake. His fears that she might eviscerate the deer right in front of him were quickly assuaged. She didn't need to use her teeth. She simply lunged down for it, snatching it in her jaws and whipping it limply into the air. There was no playing with it, simply shaking it down like a crocodile with its prey, stretching her mouth open wide and rolling her head and shoulders back and forth to assist with the swallowing. William was left listening to the slick and slimy sounds of all that meat descending into her gullet, showing a brief bulge but swiftly vanishing once it reached her chest.

One second the animal was whole and right in front of him, and another he was watching the back hooves vanishing between those curved dragon fangs. She gave one last messy gulp, flinging plenty of steaming hot saliva off the tip of her outstretching tongue, and then it was gone. All that was left was to slurp her chops and smack her lips noisily, only doing a passable job of actually getting the drool off of them. She made sure to look right down at him while she did so, too. Her lips were glistening, and so were her teeth when she grinned at him. A little rumble of her gut, and she turned her head aside to modestly belch. It was surprisingly subdued for such a big, hungry dragoness.

Just watching his reaction seemed to amuse her more and more by the moment. Especially when he remained frozen long after she'd finished her meal. She eventually lowered her head down next to him, resting her chin on one of her front legs as she smirked in his direction. The same indescribable sweetness that permeated her baking was on her breath as well, leaving him basking in it as she slowly puffed hot air over him. He wasn't sure what it was in particular, but something about that moment left him feeling immensely content. Like he could just remain there, silently enjoying her presence for the entire evening.

Until she broke the silence anyway. Her words came so suddenly they startled him. And that was before he even realized what she said.

“So, how were my parents?" she teased, sticking her tongue out at him so far she was almost licking him.

He stared. His first instinct was to answer honestly, professionally. Maybe go on about how valuable he considered the work his mother was doing, how much he enjoyed learning from her. But he could tell by the deviousness in those flaming eyes that she didn't mean it that way. He didn't even get a chance to answer before she just butted in.

“Come on! I know you're their little toy. I think it's sooo cute. I've always wanted a little human plaything of my own."

His cheeks went hot, and he cleared his throat. “Oh, well, I … yeah. I won't be modest. They're awesome. I'm unbelievably lucky that they enjoy toying with me."

She nodded vigorously. It looked exhausting. “I'm so jealous. But maybe I won't have to be jealous anymore."

He just got more flustered when she rubbed her cheek up against his own. The sensation of her scales gliding over his skin was enough to leave him tingling. Her hide was much softer than her mother's, though it still had that scritchy bumpy texture to it. He smiled softly. When he tried to babble out a response she just went ahead and silenced him with her tongue, swiping it across his face so wetly he was left coated from ear to ear in a potent layer of her saliva. He sputtered, and she laughed.

“But there I go! I promised myself I wouldn't be [i]too[/i] horny at you. Right away, anyway. For serious, I think what you and mom are doing together is really important! The research I mean. Not the sex stuff." She leaned back and smiled more gently, showing fewer of her fangs. “I might seem kind wild, but I really do hope we're heading towards a time when we all get along."

It was funny to feel how much his instincts jolted and twitched inside of him to be around her. He had long since grown accustomed to the presence of Shalla, finding her to be a warm and even motherly figure who brought him immediate calm just by being there. But Alura, she was wild. Untamed. She was much more of a beast. Yet he could see a familiar warmness in her eyes in those moments. Something that told him he was going to be alright. The instinctual fear just made things exciting.

The calmer demeanour she was showing finally allowed him to get a response in. “I'm glad you think so. Honestly, I used to dream about this sort of thing. I knew it was probably stupid and childish. Might even get me killed someday. But I just … I always wanted to spend time with a real dragon."

“Aww!" She grinned and gave a flowery giggle. “Now here you are! To be fair though, it totally did get you killed. We're just too nice to let it stick."

He chuckled abruptly. “Well, I don't really think about it [i]that[/i] way, but you're right. I guess what I'm saying is … it's just really nice to be here. With you. Just talking is sort of like a gift."

She nosed at him again, almost knocking him flat in the process. “You are adorable. I like you. You're not like the other humans I've met. If I had my way, I would just keep you. Who knows? Maybe I will. What would you do? Would you stop me?"

He quirked his head to the side. “Keep me? How do you mean that, exactly?"

She sat up, bouncing a little as excitement took over her mannerisms. “Just think about it! What we're doing right now, just spending time together, we're literally making history. What if we took it even further?"

As much as he still wasn't sure what she was talking about, the animated way she said it made her excitement infectious. He sat up straighter. “And how do you mean [i]that?[/i]"

“I am being pretty vague aren't I?" She laughed. “I think you're cute, and fun, and smart, and good. And I want to get to know more about you and show you all kinds of dragon things and, and ... “

She took a breath.

“I think what I'm getting at is we should date. For real. And also it'd be awesome if you were the first human to ever actually properly [i]fuck[/i] a dragon. That's what this was all leading up to."

“Oh." He couldn't suppress his own laugh. “I'm honestly really flattered. You seem like so much fun. It hard to even wrap my head around the thought that a [i]dragon[/i] would want to spend time with me. I always thought it was indulgent of me to think my little dream might one day come true. That I was deluding myself to think I could even be interesting for someone like you."

She shook her head wildly. “Shut up! I'm not lying. I really do like you! Now get your pants off already before this gets too emotional."

She didn't even give him a chance to do it himself before she was on top of him. The speed of that pounce meant she could have simply crushed him to paste on the spot if she wasn't careful, but she took care to take him down gently. Her weight pressed onto his chest briefly kept him from breathing until she realized. Then she gasped and leaned back, only to come close once more for a kiss. She was pretty good at it. They couldn't exactly lock lips, but she could mash her mouth against his entire face and give him a great big wet smooch. Close enough.

He was left sputtering again, which always seemed to amuse her so much. She whipped a lick over his face, knocking his head back with the force of it before he could recover. And then another, this one slower. It was a long, firm drag of her slurper, one that really ground the texture of it over his skin. She was mmming the whole time, too. He could feel it rumbling through his body. Shaking him to the core. Maybe she was exaggerating how good she found his taste. Maybe not. Either way, he was rigid just to hear her sweet voice vocalizing such pleasure.

She spoke much more deeply after that, almost growling at him. The very soil beneath them was shaking. “I know what makes you hard, you know. You like it when we scare you a little, don't you? When we show you just how much power we have over you. To use you and feast on you anytime we like."

His breath caught in his throat on his first attempt at replying. He weakly tried again.

“Admittedly, yes."

She blew an extra-hot breath over his face, blazing over his skin to make him sweat almost instantly.

“Goooood. Then I can do whatever I want with you. And you'll love every second of it. Won't you?"

“Mmhmm." He tried to sound confident, but his voice was more like a squeak.

“That's right. You're [i]mine[/i] now, human. I know you have a name. But I like just calling you that. Or maybe just meat. That'll come later. I'm not full, you know."

The gurgle from her stomach was so perfectly timed she must have caused it on purpose, flexing up around the gift of deer she had ingested. He didn't bother to say anything. She probably liked it better if he just remained frozen in rapturous silence.

“Mmm, you're already [i]pulsing[/i], too," she said, her words half-moaned as she lowered herself down against him.

She could have so easily crushed him, but she was careful with her weight as she sat her haunches upon his crotch. He still had his pants on, wrapped taut around his cock as he grew to a devastatingly hard state, throbbing so firm his that every flex of that shaft made his hips jump. Yet somehow he got harder when she pressed her dripping sex down on him. She was so wet it soaked right through his clothing.

When she raised her hips, he simply scrambled. It wasn't exactly a seductive way of stripping, but he just needed to be out of his clothing as quickly as possible. He was cursing his choice of outfit as he fumbled with his belt. What was the point of getting all dressed up for a creature who didn't even wear clothes? Especially when he knew how likely it was for him to want to get undressed quickly. Enough tugging and squirming, and he got his bottoms off at least, kicking them aside and following with his underwear.

How exactly his human member was supposed to satisfy a dragoness was beyond him. She might not have been nearly as large as her mother, but she was still an adult dragon. His whole head would have fit in her pussy with ease. Yet as she eased down on his trembling tip, enveloping him in the sweltering embrace of her velvety sex, she let out an almost roaring groan that spoke of her satisfaction. His was much less impressive, just a choked cry in a higher pitch than his voice could normally reach. Especially when she started to [i]squeeze[/i].

Oh god could she ever squeeze. His cock might not have been the right size for her, but she was going to make it work for both of them. Tightening up around him, she made tremendous use of her inner muscles to seal herself firmly around his inches. Humans didn't even get that tight. She was wrapped up around him so snugly he couldn't even move his hips, left twitching and shaking beneath her as she milked him, forcing him to squirt his pre inside of her in great thick gobs. It felt like he was already cumming. She kept his pleasure at a peak, making him convulse as his body struggled to even stand it, bringing him close to outright screaming.

And she was so very wet. Her juices ran smoothly down his hips and thighs, coating his balls, his belly, everything near to that sweetly-scented sex. They carried a wonderful aroma of draconic arousal, steaming on his skin as she grew slicker with every wet flex. Gushing for him. Aroused by him. He ran that thought through his head with what remained of his coherence. All this stimulation, all this warmth and kneading, and that had just been the process of penetrating her. She hadn't even started riding him yet.

It started slow. A sharp exhalation, and she raised her scaly haunches up slightly, rolling her tail with the movement like a banner in the wind. Sliding up his shaft produced a gratuitously juicy suckling noise. She held him there a while, pressing those muscles tight up around his very tip, squishing around the hardened head. That had him biting his lip, even outright thumping the ground with his fist. It felt too good to even cum. She had complete control over him. He wanted to scream her name, to tell her how much he loved what she was doing, but all he could do was hyperventilate. Until she descended once more with a fleshy thump, driving her scales down against his hips and plunging him all the way back inside, driving him to utter silence as she blew his mind with a single stroke.

To think there could be more was unfathomable. He tried to relax, but instead did the opposite of that. Every single part of his body was moving without his control. It was like a seizure. But in a good way. He wriggled and flopped and flailed, just trying to cope with what he was feeling while she did all the work. Riding him. Slowly, firmly thrusting while she massaged his dick with the vise-grip of her pussy. He was really doing it, really balls-deep in a dragoness. And he was even making her moan. She had her eyes closed, her teeth on display, and her tongue hanging out in that cute way of hers. That was a blissful dragon, and it was all because of the human pinned down between her azure thighs.

Of course he couldn't last long in her drenching embrace. He felt himself surging, felt pleasure taking over until it threatened to make him forget who he even was. All the squirming, all the writhing he had been doing beneath her ceased in those moments. He went utterly still, completely rigid. He shut his eyes and let his mouth gape with a silent scream as the end came. It felt catastrophic, apocalyptic as it ran blazing through his body. Orgasm had never felt so heavenly as the one milked out of him by the sweet, clenching hold of a dragoness' sultry pussy.

Nor had he ever actually cum so much. Or for so long. It was the stuff of fiction. Comedic, even. Not a few ropes of cream as might have been normal, but a long, continuous gush that simply wouldn't cease. She kept on squeezing on him while she took it all inside her. Every single drop he could possibly give, locking him in what was supposed to a fleeting peak for second after second. Maybe minutes. He couldn't tell, especially as one climax seemed to blend into another, leaving him feeling like he was ascending to some higher plane of existence. Or maybe it was just an extremely good cumshot, splattering her innards so copiously that he even seemed to be overflowing her a touch, making a great creamy mess of her haunches, letting cum run down hot along the backs of her legs.

He definitely fainted for a second. It wasn't long, because she was still on top of him when he blinked back to awareness. She just clicked her tongue and softly giggled as she saw his dazed expression. He didn't say a thing. Couldn't even manage to cry out when she pulled off of him in one smooth motion. She didn't loosen herself up first, ensuring she gave a hard rub over his every inch, not caring how oversensitive he was in those moments. And then, that messy pop. It was probably the lewdest thing he'd ever heard, sending his seed in all directions, mixed up with her alluring juices. It was around then that he remembered his body needed to breathe, and he set to refilling his lungs rapidly while she loomed above him.

He didn't get far. She didn't stay off of him for long. A playful little lunge might have seemed harmless to her, but it was frightened to have her feet coming down on all sides of him, sending tremors through the ground. She was still squatted down over him, just a little higher. Her oozing, splattered pussy was still wafting the sweet aroma of her arousal, and he got more than a sample of it when she shoved it right down in his face. In an instant, he was enveloped, buried from nose to chin, tasting her and breathing her as she smearing her lusty scent all over his skin.

She was being a little less gentle than before, too. Putting a little more weight on top of him, testing him maybe. He felt the dirt beneath him sinking, denting under the pressure as she sat right on his face. His head was swirling, all but drugged by her sweet and horny smell. He licked when he remembered what he was doing. Even without much strength left in his body, he wasn't going to neglect her needs. He swiped and dragged and kissed and nibbled, using his lips and tongue to caress and massage her sex in every way he could think of, drinking down the mess he'd made while she rained her fluids down upon him, packing his throat with her enticing flavour.

He would have stayed like that, eating her out until he fainted, but she let up on him surprisingly early. The air outside was shockingly cold in contrast to her cunt. He shivered. But he wasn't going to cold for long. He knew that look. She was crouched all low, looming over him, her eyes narrowed. A little smirk on her lips grew into a toothy smile, and then the gentle side of that expression faded. The ferocity replaced it. She rumbled deeply, her eyes sparking with desire. And then she simply began to open up her jaws, right in front of him, letting him gaze down into the flooded cavern of her undulating gullet.

That was as much of a tease as he got. It felt like the same second she had shown her throat to him and he was inside of it. She was feasting on him like she hadn't eaten in days. He could tell she couldn't help it. A few token efforts to savour him with flicks and drags of her tongue ended up neglected in favour of rapid, famished gulp. She had only just eaten, but she wanted [i]him[/i]. There was something about him she found irresistible even on a relatively full stomach, and she wasn't giving him a chance to refuse. He was once again descended down the waterslide of her throat, massaged by determined peristalsis, riding a torrential wave of her saliva, worked up thicker with every swallow.

She whipped her head about, snarling all around him. It was deafening. His legs flailed through the air as she feigned violence, spitting and nibbling before just shoving at the soles of his feet with her tongue. No lingering. She needed him [i]inside[/i]. The last swallow was hard enough he thought he might have felt some of his joints popping. She was forcing him down, devouring him in an instant. Just like a dragon tended to do with humans. But he trusted her. He cherished her, and he loved to know he was making her feel good. That part, he could tell by the shaky sigh she gave once he settled into her messy stomach. It gave him pride to know he was a hearty meal.

It was slimier in there than usual. Once he found himself shoved past that stomach sphincter, he was soon immersed in a mix of juices and sludge, all mushy and partly digested. The deer was still inside of her, partly melted, but being worked on. He was mixed in with the soup of its remains, dunked beneath the surface briefly and then again when she flopped over on her side. It took a little struggling, but he eventually found himself a good position with his head above the surface, pushing aside a few sloppy chunks of meat. It should have smelled worse in there, but her sweetness followed him down and kept him sheltered from the digestive reality.

She cooed to him, singing something in words he didn't understand yet as she prodded at him. He wanted to say something romantic, or at least appreciative, but he didn't want to spoil the moment. So he simply sighed and glorped away. Her digestives were working so fast he was going numb in seconds. That feeling of melting down to join her spread like bliss along his digits, up each finger and each toe, creeping along his limbs towards his centre. It left him soothed, knowing even in the most possible danger, he was safe. It wouldn't be long before he was being worn upon her scales, pushing through her system, satisfying her appetite right along with his cervine offering.

He heard her breathing slowing, right along with her mighty heartbeat, but before she nodded off she perked to life with a sudden memory.

“Oh! Right! Before I turn you to soup, I should tell you. I got something special for my hatchday this year. You remember this little gem around my neck?"

He nodded. And then remembered she couldn't see him, so he vocalized as best he could in his digesting state. “Mmhmm."

“Ooh, you're almost gone already. Better explain this quick. So! This is a soul gem, so it's called. I digest you, I catch you in here, and then I bring you back. I don't even need mother's help this time!" She tapped at it with a claw, producing an ephemeral hum. “Of course, this means I really own you now. You've given your soul to a dragon's mercy. Good thing I like you so much."

He reached a shaky arm up to stroke his hand at the side of her stomach, despite not being able to feel anything from the elbow up anymore. Just something to show his affection as he faded. She giggled softly.

“You're so cute when you're digesting. I'll see you soon. Once you're done your trip through my intestines, anyway. Sleep well, bondmate."

He let that last word linger in his mind for a while. Focusing on it, considering it. She said it with such gentle kindness that he really believed she meant it. Alura wanted to keep him, to claim him as her own. Maybe it was a little more possessive than a human romance, but that was only suitable for a dragon. He looked forward to cuddling her, to learning about her life, and even teaching her about humans. He had never thought himself as a diplomat, as a history maker, but he wasn't going to step down from the call if it was his purpose. But all of that had to wait until she had digested him once more, messily consummating their new bond in the most draconic of ways.

She slept as he collapsed upon himself, his head hitting his chest as he disintegrated in her digestives. His bones rattled in the bottom of her belly along with another set. Yet another acidic demise for him, the ultimate sign of trust. What better way to grow closer to her than to feed her very body, to be converted and worn as a little pudge? Her nap lingered until the moonlight shone upon her scales, and she yawned awake in the twilight to stretch and wiggle, feeling her extra weight wobble beneath her. That made her grin.

She didn't even go far to dispose of him. Maybe she wanted to mark the special night together in a crude way. Striding to the nearest tree, she immediately lifted her tail high against its trunk, squatting and bracing herself before she began to push him out of her tight backside. His digested remnants were mingled with that gift he brought, meaning she was taking an even bigger dump than usual. Pounds of the stuff, hot and steaming, piling up and clattering with those splintered bones. Maybe that one was his, or maybe it was the deer's. It all looked the same in the end. She was sighing and biting her lower lip as she relieved herself of him, piling up a heavy mound of all the things she couldn't take from her meals.

The last few pieces were especially solid, packed hard and dry and needing some extra squeezes. It made her grunt, made her gasp, and finally she gave an extended sigh that even became a tiny bit of a moan when she finished. Those last hard pieces thudded down atop the rest, flattening the mound a little as she finished off the dirty deed. A strange start to their courtship to turn him into waste, but he was going to have to get used to it. She was never going to tired of shitting him out.

Tapping that gem around her neck, she gave a little mmm. “If I did it right, you can probably hear me right now. And I'm just going to take advantage of your helpless state to tell you how much I shamelessly enjoyed that. The fact that I like you so much just makes it feel so naughty to do that to you. I'm probably going to figure out a way to make you watch sometime."

Bringing the gem up to her lips, she gave it a tiny kiss. “But don't worry. As tempting as the thought of leaving you like that might be, you'll always be safe. I'll keep you and protect you and we're going to have such good times together. I hope you're happy as I am right now."

She went trotting off to the lake to bathe herself, looking the picture of a contented dragoness, cute and bouncy as she made her way through the forest she owned. Of course she was going to have to give the full rundown of the events to her mother when she returned. She took her time, first. Just basking in the moment of togetherness, human and dragoness, as one body. Only when she had savoured that feeling a while did she turn her tail home.

Her father was out hunting, or surveying, but Shalla was just reclining in the cave with her books when she returned him. She perked up instantly, giving a silent, knowing stare when Alura entered looking a little heavier around the gut than before.

“Did you two have a nice time?" the mother dragoness asked with a warm smile.

“Better than nice!" Alura swished her tail around. “He's mine now! I'm gonna keep him. Sorry."

Shalla quirked her head to the side. “Sweetie, I'm glad you are so fond of him, but I do need him back for -"

Alura just shook her head wildly.

“I don't mean [i]keep[/i] him. I mean keep him!" She tapped on her necklace. “I'm just holding him. I'm gonna bring him back myself and we're gonna do it again and again … we'll be bonded!"

Shalla's eyes lit up. “Oh, so quickly! I do hope you at least asked him before declaring such a thing."

Alura's body rippled with a shrug. “Sort of. Kind of. Mostly. Who cares! He's mine!"

Shalla gave a motherly chuckle, one that warmed what remained of him. “Well. As long as you two are having fun. Just be gentle with that dear boy, will you?"

Of course William didn't mind one bit. He had no way of telling her, but he could hear. Even feel. And such were his emotions, that little gem glimmered with energy as she clutched it, making her way to a corner of the cave to slump over sleepily. She held him close and stroked his captive soul, singing another gentle song. He only knew a few of the words, but her every note was steeped in meaning.That said it better than any words. For them, together, for good, forging a new part of history with their courtship. But maybe a few of the messier details were best left out of the records.