The elder earth dragon tilted his head back and emptied his mouth of its contents; with a powerful swallow, he felt a squirming, wriggling lump of food move into his throat. The old brown couldn’t stop a smirk from forming on his lips while he closed his eyes. He would be able to track the mage’s venture down his throat through feel alone. Dragons, unlike humans, had incredible control and feel over one’s internals. Clenching a particular throat muscle to keep food stuck in place was achievable with a simple thought, as was staving off digestion in order to conserve calories in times of need, and to prevent damage to one’s stomach!
Cain sighed to himself now that he was alone in the cave. The mage in his gullet continued to struggle, and what a wonderful sensation it was. Of all the food the elder dragon had consumed, live prey was simply superior. Animals and humans always continued to writhe, even after they were dumped into the brown’s waiting gut. To feel the subtle struggles of his meals beneath of his scales always amused Cain, and truth be told, he was just a bit disappointed when those struggles ceased after his meals succumbed to his gut. The mage, though, might be different… The Elder Earth wasn’t sure if he would claim the man’s body for his own. Magic users were a danger to him, and to all, but this spell caster was now his. Still, Cain knew that death wouldn’t be a hindrance to Danathius, strangely enough. He hadn’t eaten a human in a good while, nor had he consumed a dragon, and fortunately, the mage was both in one…
Inside of Cain, Danathius struggled with all of his might to fight against peristaltic processes of the dragon’s esophagus. Rings of muscles clenched inward, pressing down on the poor human. Saliva and mucus oozed down the fleshy tube, coated the human, and eased his passage further into the dragon’s body. Glistening flesh hugged the poor mage tightly, giving him little room to move, and barely any to breathe, but as he was pushed and pulled downward, the human was at least able to shift himself into a position where he could give his chest room to expand. The esophageal walls seemed to respect this pocket the mage had created, and some of Danathius’s panic was alleviated.
Deeper and deeper the mage sunk into the dragon. A strange cacophony of noises accompanied the human on his journey. Given that the human could hear the strong rush of air flowing into and out of the dragon’s lungs, Danathius estimated that he was near the beginning of the dragon’s chest. A constant, rhythmic beating, which had been subtle at first, was now echoing loudly around the mage. Each pump from that vital muscle reverberated through the esophagus, and Danathius swore he could feel that thumping rattling his bones. A dragon’s heart was strong – much stronger than a human heart. But that wasn’t surprising, considering the power and size of the body the muscle had to power!
Slowly, the symphony of heartbeats faded away into subtle background noise again, and loud squelches from wet flesh squeezing the mage dominated Danathius’s auditory experience. It wasn’t long before a new, subtle noise crept into the organic orchestra, and it was a sound the human had feared since he had been swallowed. The wet groans and grumbles of a hungry belly pierced through soft squelching, and the mage wriggled with a renewed vigor. He was close to Cain’s gut now, and it wouldn’t be long before he would be deposited into the wrinkled, muscular sac. His fate would be the fate of all consumed food! To be broken down, used as fuel for a greater being…
No matter how hard the mage struggled, he couldn’t slow his descent. Eventually, poor Danathius was shoved up against a tight, muscular ring, which refused to yield to the human-turned-food. Behind of the mage, the esophagus clenched tightly, pressing down on the lad and hugging him tightly against the sphincter. After a few tight compressions, the mage was shoved through the entrance to the dragon’s stomach, and the boy slid down the slimy wall of the belly.
Landing in a pool of warm saliva and mucus, the human only squirmed and groaned. The stomach walls idly undulated around him, gently applying a light pressure while the poor boy was churned. The stomach was at least more spacious than the esophagus, but the air inside of the organ was thin, and Danathius could already feel himself growing dizzy and tired. He gasped aloud at a particularly loud rumble, and some intestinal groans from further along the dragon’s digestive tract. He thought the belly had been stirred into action by the introduction of food into itself, but the great gut was inactive for the moment. The walls only idly pulsed, gently massaging the human as he swayed around inside of the churning, hungry gut…
The third in a fantastic series of pieces from the astounding 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.
Ahhh, nothing like putting another human exactly where their ilk belong. Internals have never really been my cup of tea, but it's hard not to appreciate how amazing this piece turned out. The texture of the stomach walls, the visible viscosity of the fluids, the spacious, yet claustrophobic tightness of being sealed in a dragon's fuel tank, fearful expression from being reduced from being to food, entirely at the mercy of a historically merciless monster... just amazing stuff all around.
Cain sighed to himself now that he was alone in the cave. The mage in his gullet continued to struggle, and what a wonderful sensation it was. Of all the food the elder dragon had consumed, live prey was simply superior. Animals and humans always continued to writhe, even after they were dumped into the brown’s waiting gut. To feel the subtle struggles of his meals beneath of his scales always amused Cain, and truth be told, he was just a bit disappointed when those struggles ceased after his meals succumbed to his gut. The mage, though, might be different… The Elder Earth wasn’t sure if he would claim the man’s body for his own. Magic users were a danger to him, and to all, but this spell caster was now his. Still, Cain knew that death wouldn’t be a hindrance to Danathius, strangely enough. He hadn’t eaten a human in a good while, nor had he consumed a dragon, and fortunately, the mage was both in one…
Inside of Cain, Danathius struggled with all of his might to fight against peristaltic processes of the dragon’s esophagus. Rings of muscles clenched inward, pressing down on the poor human. Saliva and mucus oozed down the fleshy tube, coated the human, and eased his passage further into the dragon’s body. Glistening flesh hugged the poor mage tightly, giving him little room to move, and barely any to breathe, but as he was pushed and pulled downward, the human was at least able to shift himself into a position where he could give his chest room to expand. The esophageal walls seemed to respect this pocket the mage had created, and some of Danathius’s panic was alleviated.
Deeper and deeper the mage sunk into the dragon. A strange cacophony of noises accompanied the human on his journey. Given that the human could hear the strong rush of air flowing into and out of the dragon’s lungs, Danathius estimated that he was near the beginning of the dragon’s chest. A constant, rhythmic beating, which had been subtle at first, was now echoing loudly around the mage. Each pump from that vital muscle reverberated through the esophagus, and Danathius swore he could feel that thumping rattling his bones. A dragon’s heart was strong – much stronger than a human heart. But that wasn’t surprising, considering the power and size of the body the muscle had to power!
Slowly, the symphony of heartbeats faded away into subtle background noise again, and loud squelches from wet flesh squeezing the mage dominated Danathius’s auditory experience. It wasn’t long before a new, subtle noise crept into the organic orchestra, and it was a sound the human had feared since he had been swallowed. The wet groans and grumbles of a hungry belly pierced through soft squelching, and the mage wriggled with a renewed vigor. He was close to Cain’s gut now, and it wouldn’t be long before he would be deposited into the wrinkled, muscular sac. His fate would be the fate of all consumed food! To be broken down, used as fuel for a greater being…
No matter how hard the mage struggled, he couldn’t slow his descent. Eventually, poor Danathius was shoved up against a tight, muscular ring, which refused to yield to the human-turned-food. Behind of the mage, the esophagus clenched tightly, pressing down on the lad and hugging him tightly against the sphincter. After a few tight compressions, the mage was shoved through the entrance to the dragon’s stomach, and the boy slid down the slimy wall of the belly.
Landing in a pool of warm saliva and mucus, the human only squirmed and groaned. The stomach walls idly undulated around him, gently applying a light pressure while the poor boy was churned. The stomach was at least more spacious than the esophagus, but the air inside of the organ was thin, and Danathius could already feel himself growing dizzy and tired. He gasped aloud at a particularly loud rumble, and some intestinal groans from further along the dragon’s digestive tract. He thought the belly had been stirred into action by the introduction of food into itself, but the great gut was inactive for the moment. The walls only idly pulsed, gently massaging the human as he swayed around inside of the churning, hungry gut…
The third in a fantastic series of pieces from the astounding 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.
Ahhh, nothing like putting another human exactly where their ilk belong. Internals have never really been my cup of tea, but it's hard not to appreciate how amazing this piece turned out. The texture of the stomach walls, the visible viscosity of the fluids, the spacious, yet claustrophobic tightness of being sealed in a dragon's fuel tank, fearful expression from being reduced from being to food, entirely at the mercy of a historically merciless monster... just amazing stuff all around.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Vore
Species Western Dragon
Gender Male
Size 1280 x 720px
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