*Commission, not drawn by me.

For what felt like hours I had been locked away inside a steamy chamber of rubbery flesh. This new environment was my world, yet only temporarily. I did not knowing nothing beyond this world of flesh I found myself inside, nor did I care. I had nothing to care about now, no more fears or anxieties rack my mind. Is this what young felt as they were carried about inside their mothers as they developed? I don't know really, I never really remembered that part of my life and I doubt there was a mammal that could tell me differently.

From time to time I would feel gravity shift and my body moved about within the small confines, she must of been preforming some insane acrobats outside. I could only take that meant she was happy, I could only imagine what it felt like for her to feel me move from time to time inside of her. Sometimes over the symphony of wet organic flesh I thought I could hear her roar. After awhile of this I would begin to close my eyes, the chamber lulling me into a sleep... only to be startled again as I felt a violet vibration inside the soft chamber I was in. She had landed...

I'd touch the soft rubbery wall with my palm, stroking softly... then the chamber collapsed onto him, hugging me from all sides. It felt as if her body was accepting me... that it was cherishing me. What it really was doing was pushing me back up that undulating tunnel that had lead me into that warm human chamber. Before I knew it, bright light caused my eyes to dilate sharply which startled a crying whine from me. I didn't want back out, I wanted to stay within her. Unfortunately I knew that I couldn't live forever in such a place. What I saw was a fearsome cave opening that moved with the world outside. I would slide down her tongue, over her carnivorous teeth and plop back down into the outside world.

Thick globs of saliva would drip down my back, cooling me as the outside embrace me. The dragon herself would lay down, cutting off that breeze denying it my body as she curled about me protectively. She must have noticed my shivering, us humans were so vulnerable without fur after all. Her great head would lean in close her tongue stroking my belly as her nose snorted a warm gust of wind upon me. With my hands I would grip her teeth to stop her from pulling her head away from me. Then I would lean in and kiss her snout, closing my eyes as I didn't want to see her reaction, fearful she might not approve of my love for her. She was after all a dragon and I was a human...

Artwork by  nummynumz

Tartii the dragon belongs to  Nummynumz

Original http://www.furaffinity.net/full/15140936/