I've stopped uploading a while ago, went to japan, got busy since I came back, well a lot happened and time flies^^

I decided to catch up on the uploads I missed so far, so I will be uploading them in a row today, expect a few to come^^

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Schlirk could move a bit more easily now. His body was almost done processing his latest meal, leaving him with a now empty stomach. It needed a good refill!
The track led him to a rocky wall, where something had obviously happened. A real mess of scents were tied in the air, and on the ground, broken branches stained with blood were spread everywhere.
Schlirk leant to smell the blood. At least, he was on the good track. From the shape of the bent grass, he could tell that a quite huge body hit the ground hard. Further several little footsteps where gathering around the imprint. Then, all the scents seemed to follow one direction, to the north.
Fully trusting his nostrils, Schlirk kept tracking and walked toward the dense forest ahead.
The hunt continued…


Her head hurt… Her whole body hurt… Astora tried to stretch a bit in hope to get a bit more comfortable, but she was stuck… She opened an eye to see… bars… Wooden bars… Bars all around her… It took her a second or two to realize she was trapped. She was… in a cage?!
It was tight, she could barely move in there! What had happened? She had her answer when a little creature showed up in front of her, on the other side of the bars.
“Someone is waking up! Gniark! Gniark!”
Her blood froze in her veins. She recognized this creature; this was a hunter! Far smaller than she was, the reptile stood on two legs on a platform next to her cage. He looked like a little dragon, with tail, horns and scales, but his muzzle was short, with a devious toothy grin, and he held a spear in his forepaws.
“What do you want from me? Release me!” Astora tried to protest, but her inability to move made it a ridiculous threat.
“Dragon is a big catch, gniark gniark!” The little guy replied with a deranged laugh “Hunters will feast well tonight, gniark gniark!”
With his spear, the hunter pointed below her cage. Only then she looked down, and gasped in fear. A few meters under her cage, there was a huge cup of bowling water, with at least ten other small guys breathing tiny flames to heat it up. She knew it; she had heard of it! This was what they called a cauldron!
Unlike other species of dragons, hunters liked to warm the meat before eating it. To do so, they plunged them alive in this hell, and feasted on their prey afterward, burnt and boiled.
Astora wanted to cry, but it felt like her eyes were already empty… After the biggest humiliation of her life, now this… Was there a worst way to die?! Exhausted, and mentally dying, she just rested her head against the uncomfortable wooden bars.


The smell was getting stronger… He was close to the end of the track!
The more he approached his target, more of these scents appeared… which meant more food gathered! Schlirk started to drool heavily, thrill overtaking his body. All these appetizing smells teased his hunger…
A branch cracked on his left, attracting his attention. And a satisfied smile spread from ear to ear on his face. A few meters away, two creatures were walking without even noticing the huge predator that was already targeting them.
He lowered his whole body so the bushed could hide a part of him, and started to crawl toward them from behind. He could be really stealthy when he wanted to, though this time, it was only to spice up the catch…
These little dragons he recognized now didn’t represented such a fight, but when he would get them into his belly… then the fight would be real, and pleasurable…
He sneaked closer… closer… without his prey noticing him…
Then with a strong push on his legs, he leaped on them!
Hearing some noise, one of the two reptiles dropped the sort of tooth stick he carried, and started to scream. But the scream didn’t last more than a second. Aiming perfectly, while on of his paws grounded the other, Schlirk’s jaws landed from part to part of the little guy, and closed on him. He didn’t wait for his catch’s reaction and raised his head to take a good swallow…
Fast, too fast… In his eagerness, Schlirk had gulped too strongly… Almost in disappointment, he felt the body of the little dragon traveling down his neck with an audible ‘glurp’. It took the prey less than three seconds to reach his first stomach and create a slight bulge on his chest. It felt good, but… not long enough… this was a backside of being such a glutton.
Instead of focusing on how unsatisfied he was with this first catch, it was better to concentrate on making a better second one.
While his first prey started to send him good feeling with its growing struggles, he looked down on the other dragon squirming under his paw. Yes… This one was going to be so much more enjoyable… A smile extended on his face as he took the ankle of his captive with two claws, hanging it upside down and raising it to his level.
When he was sure his prey was looking at him, he slowly licked his lips to tease it. And renewing his thrill, he smelt the sweet scent of fear… He opened his jaws, allowing a plunging view on his depth as he hang his soon to be meal over his gaping maw. Enjoying each second of the growing fear he smelt, he lower the little guy into the warm toothy cave, welcoming the snack with his tongue.
And shut his jaws, closing them on the tail that curled and wags in panic just before his lips. This was one of the best parts…
The big predator coiled his tongue around his catch, maintaining it firmly motionless while he concentrated. His lips started to pull on the little tail as he sucked slowly, slurping progressively the rest of his meal in a wet sound, until all of it was trapped into his maw. A loud purr escaped his throat, increasing the stress of his captive.
Good… So good… And so tasty…
Taking his time to enjoy his prey, he casually sloshed it around… against his teeth… against his cheek… spreading the sweet flavor. A loud gurgle came from his body, even though it was already filled with a first prey. It was hungry… hungry for the pleasure of swallowing a live prey… demanding it!
In a last slosh, Schlirk raised his head, and let his meal slide into his greedy throat. It squirmed, it tried to fight, but this silly food was only teasing him more! With a push of his tongue, loosening his muscles, he shoved his prey into the fleshy grasp. Glp.
Slower, slower… He wanted to feel it! He moaned when the little guy squirmed, digging his own way in together with gravity. Schlirk’s only focus consisted in enjoying this moment where his meal gave him the best feeling, without having anything to do… It just slid smoothly, easily… so good!
When it reached his collarbone, it seemed to get stuck… Without him swallowing, his prey could actually resist a little to its inevitable fate. But Schlirk chuckled to that, and brought a claw to the squirming bulge to push it gently. He moaned in delight as he felt the little dragon’s scales rubbing against his flesh as he entered his chest. It took him a few delicious seconds to reach the entrance of his stomach, and being squished through like the piece of meat he was.
Schlirk panted hard as he felt the two of them moving inside him, probably trying to find a way to fit both, or trying to fight him. They felt so pleasurable… he rubbed them strongly, producing little sloshing sounds as their bodies were squished by his inner flesh. Mor… he wanted MORE!
He smelt the air with greed. Maybe there were some others nearby? Yes! He could smell them! Lots of them!
Controlling his delight, he got up on his legs and started to walk. How blissful it was to hunt with an already good catch! He only got occasionally disturbed by the chills of pleasure caused by his recent meal, but nothing could distract him in his quest of getting more of it!
He pushed a dense bush that blocked his way…
And the amount of drool in his maw doubled in a blink.
In front of him, there were not one or two individuals waiting to meet his insides… but a whole village! He had a word for such a rare discoveries… An all-you-can-eat buffet!
Licking his lips in anticipation, he put a paw on his chest, and started to press harder. He could feel with pleasure the content of his first stomach being forced down, and leaving some room behind as it called his name, like a cheer as he ran into the crowd.
Schliiiiiiiiirk!