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"Why did you try to escape, my little prince?"

The young man in question stared into the eyes of an enormous wyvern woman. She dangled him in the air by two clawed fingertips, awaiting a proper response.

"What would you have me do?" he eventually asked. "Stand idly by? Do nothing?"

The wyvern fluttered her icy eyes. "Well, of course." She stroked his back, sending chills down his spine as claw tips traversed across his silk shirt. "I wouldn't want such a delicate, handsome little human such as yourself getting himself hurt!"

He blinked several times. "Excuse me?"

Her muzzle formed a grin. "Just look at yourself. So pale…" She removed his embroidered leather boots with another hand, plucking them off alongside his socks with minimal fanfare. "I doubt you've done any hard labor in your life, especially since your hands and feet look so soft compared to a peasant. Such a treat, really."

True to her word, the youthful prince resembled a pretty boy rather than a tough warrior or a rough laborer typically found across the kingdom.

"I… uh…" he replied, face turning bright red. "I have higher duties! Hence why I'm not terribly fond of being kidnapped."

"Have I not been a good host?" she asked, craning her head to the side. "I've done everything in my power to accommodate you." As the wyvern spoke, she brought her muzzle closer, allowing her minty breath to waft over him every time she spoke. "Are you not… comfortable?"

He shivered at her words. "No, no, nothing like that! I just don't want to be your prisoner anymore when my people need me…"

She placed a hand on her hip, scaly tail swaying behind her. "Excuses, excuses. You're not a king. If anything else, you've been saved from all that terrible political intrigue, and your brothers haven't even bothered trying to get you back yet! Either way, I suppose I'll need to tie you up before keeping you somewhere more secure if you're so insistent on putting yourself in danger."

Upon uttering these words, the wyvern procured a rope from a pocket. She then wrapped it around one finger before bringing it next to the prince.

He reacted by raising an eyebrow. "How do you intend to do that, exactly?" A glance at her hands alone showcased how her palms rivaled his overall size. "Are you going to make me do it? Because I don't see how I'm going to possibly restrain myself if that's your intention!"

A toothy smile formed on her face, showcasing a few fangs. "That's true. My fingers are also a bit too big to do that. However…" Sticking out her dexterous tongue revealed its twin forks. "Have you ever seen that trick where a woman pops a cherry into her mouth before tying the stem with her tongue? Because my kind can do something remarkably similar!"

Following a few moments of silence, the prince's eyes went wide. "You… can't be serious."

She let out a laugh. "Just stay still, my little cherry. I'll be gentle. I wouldn't want you to accidentally slip into my belly or knick yourself on my sharp fangs, after all."

He found himself flustered, stammering his words. "I-I doubt that's remotely safe or sanitary, ma'am!"

With a smirk, the wyvern's jaws went agape. A soft and glistening crimson maw outlined with ivory teeth gradually became all the prince could see. Warm gusts of her breath contrasted against its comparatively minty scent, overpowering his senses. He shivered at the sight of her flexing throat. Nonetheless, the tongue slowly slid out of her mouth, poking and prodding his lower legs for several seconds until the powerful muscle wrapped around them.

Hot, slimy saliva soon slickened his pants. The tongue swirled around his body like a snake, forming a coil. He didn't even bother trying to resist, remaining paralyzed. It all allowed the wyvern to lift his entire body before bringing him into her mouth, where closing it sealed him inside.

The edges of the wyvern's muzzle curled into another grin as she started savoring his exquisite taste born from a lifetime of luxury.

Concurrently, the prince found himself in complete darkness. His heart pounded in his chest. Although the wet muscle gently released him, this only sprawled him across the rest of its surface, laid down on his belly face-first. He immediately tried to scamper backward, but the wyvern's tongue constantly wiggling like a worm caused him to slip and fall. His blunder brought him directly toward the black abyss of her throat. Only the wyvern's tongue suddenly arching up and pressing the prince against the roof of her mouth prevented him from sliding deeper into her body, pushing the man toward her teeth instead as she softly swallowed.

The prince's ears almost popped. An annoyed huff from the outside reverberated around him afterward.

With the wyvern's tongue controlling his every move, it writhed and squirmed against the prince to keep him in place. It practically constricted him too. The forked tongue also applied pressure to his backside, kneading and almost massaging it. Subsequent suckling simultaneously applied a great degree of pressure to his various limbs.

The prince winced as the tip of the tongue slid into his shirt from the waist. Taste buds also came into direct contact with his bare chest, where the tongue forced the fabric over his own head. Ultimately, this combination led to the tongue tips taking off his shirt, which glided away into awaiting gums. A similar maneuver didn't even give the prince time to recover as the wyvern concentrated on his pants, using each tongue fork to dislodge them alongside even his undergarments until a subsequent spin rendered him completely nude.

The man hardly had time to process what just happened. It all occurred so fast. Regardless, the tongue cupped his body like a hammock upon removing his clothes, molding around him from several sides. More saliva soaked him as the wyvern salivated. He took a deep breath, recovering from nearly having the air knocked from his lungs, huffing and puffing with the saliva completely coating his skin.

A brief moment of light let the prince see again. He laid against the wyvern's tongue like a bed with her sharp fangs surrounding the otherwise soft and safe center. On the contrary, she used the opportunity to remove the subsequent bundle of clothes from her gums, closing her mouth upon accomplishing that. This rendered everything nearly pitch-black again as the muscle beneath his body began moving once more.

The prince crawled back, shaking. "W-wait!"

With a great degree of grace, the textured tongue arched against the prince's back, carefully moving him. A subsequent light push flipped him over. Although the soft and malleable muscle broke his fall, it guided him to the front of the wyvern's muzzle as before. She slightly opened her mouth, much like a human woman puckering her lips. The twin forks then held the prince's head until the near-equivalent of the wyvern's lips clamped down around it to keep him in place.

As a result, this rendered only the prince's head visible from outside her mouth.

His face turned red again. "What… what do you think you're doing? Are you toying with me?!"

Her only answer came in the form of suckling on the rest of his body. The wyvern's tongue only assisted her in that regard, cushioning and flexing around him as he received treatment similar to a sucker. The twin forks focused on his royal jewels, smothering his already erect manhood. His face contorted in response. Her whole mouth went about suckling and slurping on his entire physical form, applying an absurd degree of force and pressure compared to the previously firm yet delicate treatment.

Consequently, the prince's eyes almost rolled to the back of his head. "Oh… oh my heavens!"

Tastebuds slathered him with more slimy saliva, enhancing their ability to suckle on his slightly salty skin. The tongue transitioned between licking, suckling, and squeezing the life out of the man. He could hardly resist as time flew by, and his compromising position revealed every last fearful reaction or euphoric emotion appearing on his face. Meanwhile, the wyvern had a wry smile as she poked and prodded his manhood with the tip of her tongue before giving it more special attention.

"Mmm…" she cooed, closing her eyes.

These efforts eventually resulted in the prince baring his teeth. So many countless sensations brought him to the brink of erupting. "By god…" he muttered, gasping as the pressure mounted on his manhood. It only increased over time, especially with each forked tip taking turns licking his balls. "Ugh!"

From there, the wyvern put more energy into it. Her tongue moved more quickly, and greater degrees of suckling accounted for the prince's increasingly frantic squirming. However, her primary goal involved popping a cherry in all but name, which soon bore fruit as she slowly tasted something salty on the tip of her tongue…

Several loud grunts marked the moment that the prince finally climaxed.

The wyvern relished the resulting flavors gracing her taste buds, murmuring as the back of her throat rumbled. She gradually reduced the amount of pressure that she applied. Softer suckling drained whatever energy the prince had left while also allowing him to recover for a moment. Once the prince stopped gasping like a fish, she slurped up his head like a spaghetti noodle, simultaneously placing the rope between her forked tongue still sticking out.

As for the prince, he returned to a familiar position in the back of the wyvern's mouth. He could hardly move, entirely exhausted. His whole body slumped against the organic surface like a ragdoll. With time, the twin forks returned with the rope in tow as the rest of the slick muscle curled the man toward it. The tongue then tickled his skin as it twirled around his legs and arms with the twin forks, the prince himself hardly conscious throughout the somewhat lengthy process.

With a satisfied "Mmf!" and another sway of her sizable tail, the wyvern opened her mouth and tilted her head down.

Naturally, the prince rolled out of her maw. He finally regained his grasp on reality, just to start free-falling. The abrupt turn of events culminated in the man screaming and shouting as he rapidly descended to the ground. Only a sudden tug on behalf of the wyvern's muzzle ended both his free-falling and frantic cries once the rope clenched around his wrists and ankles, removing any slack in the final step of tying and binding his body.

This sequence rendered the prince nude, upside down, and suspended in the air. Wyvern spit still enveloped his body. Any attempts to move his arms and legs were met by the tight restraints behind his back impairing his movements.

"There we go!" said the wyvern, grabbing him with a free hand. "Now you're nice and snug like a bug! I didn't even have to use my hands to do that either, so it's a neat little trick."

The prince didn't even grace the wyvern with a response as his body remained frozen, only shaking occasionally from the cold.

Undeterred, wyvern brought the man back to her muzzle. She held the rest of the rope with one hand and let her jaws go ajar again. Her panting washed over him for a moment, just for her to swallow some excess saliva and whatever remained of his seed before she closed her mouth. Only the tip of her tongue remained outside her maw as she licked the prince's upper body and throat, essentially giving him a quick kiss.

"No more escape attempts, alright?" After saying this, the wyvern licked the exterior of her muzzle, much like a human licking their lips. "You taste really good, by the way! I might just gobble you up at this rate…"

He almost whimpered in response. "I… understand. I won’t try to leave anymore."

"Good boy!" she said, smiling. "Besides, I wouldn't want anything to happen to my precious little cherry. You’re all mine!"

The wyvern then pressed her nose against the prince's torso. Blood flushed his face as her nostrils flared in front of him, leaving him uncertain of his future as conflicting feelings stirred inside him.