Cain adored the taste of humans. There was nothing else quite like them on this planet. Smooth skin. No fur. No horn. No claws. No way of defending themselves once you stripped them of their inefficacious weapons and armor. Magic, the only way one could hope to protect oneself against a dragon of Cain’s caliber, had been stunted here, and it was impossible for this planet to produce a spellcaster as capable as Danathius. But Cain knew the human spellslinger wouldn’t use his magic. He had a deal to make, and an age-old promise to keep. He couldn’t have planned this more perfectly, he had the offworlder exactly where he wanted him…
Danathius shivered while he stared into Cain’s gaping jaws. It was a sight he had seen before: Astrix had shoved the human into his mouth plenty of times before, but this wasn’t the dragon whom he loved, this was Cain, the Wandering End. Warm breath roiled around the mage, raising goosebumps on his skin and causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. Time seemed to slow down while the boy stared into the pink, fleshy save jostling before him. It seemed as though the mage had spent an eternity standing in place, and several times, the mage tried to move, but he found his feet firmly rooted in place. Seeing the impatience plastered on Cain’s muzzle, however, urged the human to finally step forward. He was doing this for Igmas, and more importantly, for Astrix.
Kneeling down, Danathius slowly climbed into the dragon’s jaws. He minded the old brown’s teeth, which were immaculate! Pearly white, and as sharp as ever. They were nearly the size of the mage’s arms, as well! No doubt Cain’s teeth could tear his flesh asunder, strip it from his bones… But the dragon didn’t seem intent on using them just yet. The thick, budded appendage jutted out of the dragon’s jaw and curled beneath of the human, scooping up poor Danathius and dragging him into the depths of the brown’s mouth. The wide tongue easily cradled the boy’s body, and the muscle curled on itself as the tip slurped over the human’s face and chest, drinking in every flavor the man’s flesh had to offer.
“Not only human,” Cain mused around his mouthful, “but draconic as well. I knew there was something more to your smell.” Danathius yelped while the tongue bounced beneath him, shoving him up into the ridged, upper palate. Wedged between the soft, warm surface of the tongue and the hard flesh of the upper palate, the poor human could only squirm while he was tasted and assaulted by the dragon’s voice and breath.
Thick strands of saliva oozed and stretched between Cain’s teeth, that snapped whenever the jaws opened wider while the tongue flipped Danathius about. The poor mage was deep enough into Cain’s mouth that any time he looked out, he could only see the outside world framed by threateningly sharp teeth. The budded appendage slipped up between the human’s legs and licked at his loins and rump, and the mage only shivered while a deep rumble of pleasure echoed out of the dragon’s gullet behind. It seemed as though the great brown enjoyed Danathius’s flavor greatly… Unfortunately for the mage, he felt as though he were more a morsel than a human – he couldn’t even fight against that powerful tongue. If he struggled, the powerful muscle pushed back against him and pinned him up against teeth and cheek flesh.
Utterly slathered in viscous saliva, it was nearly impossible for Danathius to stay in one place in the dragon’s mouth. He slipped and slid about, slowly being urged deeper and deeper into Cain’s maw. The human looked over his shoulder, toward the back of the brown’s mouth. The throat pulsed rhythmically, swallowing excess saliva when necessary. A swaying uvula dangled above the esophagus, glistening in the light with a layer of saliva and mucus. Wincing nervously, the poor human could only watch in horror as the tongue idly bounced him along toward the waiting gullet and uvula. It wasn’t long before the man’s legs slid into the throat, and the tight, esophageal walls grasped idly at the bit of human being fed into the fleshy tube. Suddenly, the jaws in front of Danathius began to close, and the light within the dragon’s mouth began to dim. A wave of panic swept over the mage, but he tried as best as he could to calm himself. He knew there was nothing he could do to prevent himself from entering the depths of the brown behemoth, but his brain couldn’t stop from panicking.
A loud squelch of air echoed out in Cain’s mouth, and the human felt the esophagus tug at his body. The tongue shifted beneath him and raised up, shoving more of the mage into the back into the inky depths of the fleshy cavern. Danathius clawed at the tongue in front of him, but his hands slid across the slimy, slippery surface, and slowly but surely, the gullet swallowed more and more of the human. Cain’s uvula slapped the boy in the face as more of him vanished deeper into the depths of the beast. Swallow after swallow, glrk after glrk, the mage emptied out of the dragon’s mouth, and was deposited into a hungry, waiting gullet.
The second in a fantastic series of pieces from the legendary acidic. Please be certain to show them your love!
The series was commissioned by the amazing Dan_aers who was kind enough to feature my old brown and write the story for their meeting. Couldn't be more happy and grateful. Be sure to check out his page if you're a fan of dragons putting humans in their place.
POV shots like this rarely do much for me, but it hardly came as a surprise to find I absolutely loved how Acidic portrayed the dread and helplessness of being so small and impotent when faced with even the most mindlessly thoughtless of a dragon's bodily functions. A desperate, fearful, life or death fight for a human and a casual slurp and gulp of a morsel of food for the overwhelmingly superior behemoth.
Can't say enough how pleased I am to have all these different shots of my old brown, and I couldn't be more grateful for Acidic to have the patience to have to do character/internal design as he went. A professional through, and through.
Danathius shivered while he stared into Cain’s gaping jaws. It was a sight he had seen before: Astrix had shoved the human into his mouth plenty of times before, but this wasn’t the dragon whom he loved, this was Cain, the Wandering End. Warm breath roiled around the mage, raising goosebumps on his skin and causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. Time seemed to slow down while the boy stared into the pink, fleshy save jostling before him. It seemed as though the mage had spent an eternity standing in place, and several times, the mage tried to move, but he found his feet firmly rooted in place. Seeing the impatience plastered on Cain’s muzzle, however, urged the human to finally step forward. He was doing this for Igmas, and more importantly, for Astrix.
Kneeling down, Danathius slowly climbed into the dragon’s jaws. He minded the old brown’s teeth, which were immaculate! Pearly white, and as sharp as ever. They were nearly the size of the mage’s arms, as well! No doubt Cain’s teeth could tear his flesh asunder, strip it from his bones… But the dragon didn’t seem intent on using them just yet. The thick, budded appendage jutted out of the dragon’s jaw and curled beneath of the human, scooping up poor Danathius and dragging him into the depths of the brown’s mouth. The wide tongue easily cradled the boy’s body, and the muscle curled on itself as the tip slurped over the human’s face and chest, drinking in every flavor the man’s flesh had to offer.
“Not only human,” Cain mused around his mouthful, “but draconic as well. I knew there was something more to your smell.” Danathius yelped while the tongue bounced beneath him, shoving him up into the ridged, upper palate. Wedged between the soft, warm surface of the tongue and the hard flesh of the upper palate, the poor human could only squirm while he was tasted and assaulted by the dragon’s voice and breath.
Thick strands of saliva oozed and stretched between Cain’s teeth, that snapped whenever the jaws opened wider while the tongue flipped Danathius about. The poor mage was deep enough into Cain’s mouth that any time he looked out, he could only see the outside world framed by threateningly sharp teeth. The budded appendage slipped up between the human’s legs and licked at his loins and rump, and the mage only shivered while a deep rumble of pleasure echoed out of the dragon’s gullet behind. It seemed as though the great brown enjoyed Danathius’s flavor greatly… Unfortunately for the mage, he felt as though he were more a morsel than a human – he couldn’t even fight against that powerful tongue. If he struggled, the powerful muscle pushed back against him and pinned him up against teeth and cheek flesh.
Utterly slathered in viscous saliva, it was nearly impossible for Danathius to stay in one place in the dragon’s mouth. He slipped and slid about, slowly being urged deeper and deeper into Cain’s maw. The human looked over his shoulder, toward the back of the brown’s mouth. The throat pulsed rhythmically, swallowing excess saliva when necessary. A swaying uvula dangled above the esophagus, glistening in the light with a layer of saliva and mucus. Wincing nervously, the poor human could only watch in horror as the tongue idly bounced him along toward the waiting gullet and uvula. It wasn’t long before the man’s legs slid into the throat, and the tight, esophageal walls grasped idly at the bit of human being fed into the fleshy tube. Suddenly, the jaws in front of Danathius began to close, and the light within the dragon’s mouth began to dim. A wave of panic swept over the mage, but he tried as best as he could to calm himself. He knew there was nothing he could do to prevent himself from entering the depths of the brown behemoth, but his brain couldn’t stop from panicking.
A loud squelch of air echoed out in Cain’s mouth, and the human felt the esophagus tug at his body. The tongue shifted beneath him and raised up, shoving more of the mage into the back into the inky depths of the fleshy cavern. Danathius clawed at the tongue in front of him, but his hands slid across the slimy, slippery surface, and slowly but surely, the gullet swallowed more and more of the human. Cain’s uvula slapped the boy in the face as more of him vanished deeper into the depths of the beast. Swallow after swallow, glrk after glrk, the mage emptied out of the dragon’s mouth, and was deposited into a hungry, waiting gullet.
The second in a fantastic series of pieces from the legendary acidic. Please be certain to show them your love!
The series was commissioned by the amazing Dan_aers who was kind enough to feature my old brown and write the story for their meeting. Couldn't be more happy and grateful. Be sure to check out his page if you're a fan of dragons putting humans in their place.
POV shots like this rarely do much for me, but it hardly came as a surprise to find I absolutely loved how Acidic portrayed the dread and helplessness of being so small and impotent when faced with even the most mindlessly thoughtless of a dragon's bodily functions. A desperate, fearful, life or death fight for a human and a casual slurp and gulp of a morsel of food for the overwhelmingly superior behemoth.
Can't say enough how pleased I am to have all these different shots of my old brown, and I couldn't be more grateful for Acidic to have the patience to have to do character/internal design as he went. A professional through, and through.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Vore
Species Western Dragon
Gender Male
Size 1280 x 720px
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