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Rillian struggled against the chains binding his wrists together -- the human male knew it was useless to struggle and to try and break the metal links, but it didn't stop him from trying. He was bound to a wooden platform that had wheels mounted on the sides: two in front and two in the rear. It was like a more basic cart, except it was designed to showcase the mostly naked human chained to the wooden vehicle. A black dragon, easily the size of a log cabin, pulled the wagon along, tugging the rope nestled gently between his teeth. He was headed directly for Igmas, Rillian knew -- the self proclaimed king of Firaak.
Rillian, and the rest of the hominids in Firaak, had ruled for the past dozen ages. Dragons, he thought, were a distant memory. But supposedly, they had been hiding, giving bipedal civilizations a chance to grow and flourish without their interference. This Igmas, it seemed, had other ideas now. He united dragonkind behind his own banner, and declared his intent to enslave all other creatures nondraconic. Humans, elves, dwarves and even the orcs were not to be spared from this subjugation. All would be made to serve Igmas and his ilk. Naturally, every nation of Firaak resisted this claim. The elves were the first to rebel against Igmas, and they found themselves completely exterminated: not an elf remained on Firaak now. The dwarves and the orcs allied quickly and tried to ride the coattails of the Elven Resistance. Igmas and his army would be weakened, they reasoned; he would not expect another direct assault. They were, of course, wrong, and soon the dwarves and the orcs faced an equal fate to that of the elves.
Humanity was alone now, and while they were the most numerous of the races of Firaak, they regretted not banding together with the other races sooner. While they had fought fiercely, much like the elves, the dwarves and the orcs, they were soundly defeated. Rillian himself had led many strikes against The Volatile Sun, one of Igmas' many epithets. Time and time again, Igmas proved that he not only had superior forces, but that he had superior tactics on his side. With Rillian's capture in the last battle, humanity knew its struggle and resistance was at an end. Firaak had been claimed by dragons, and if the humans wanted to continue existing, they would have to fall in line.
The wooden planks beneath of Rillian jutted suddenly before the entire wagon came to an abrupt halt. The annoying rattle of chains only served to annoy the human as he was forcefully reminded of their presence to his wrists and ankles. The black dragon moved to the side and bowed his head down in reverence. The imprisoned human glanced ahead, and there, standing before him, was the largest dragon he had ever seen. At least twice as large as the black-scaled creature who had been pulling the cart along was a behemoth, covered in orange, protective scales. His underside yielded tan plates, thick and powerful, protecting the dragon from any man-made weaponry. Rillian's eyes went wide with terror, and his blood froze in his veins. His heart thumped powerfully in his chest, and a cold sweat began pouring down the sides of his face. He had never known true terror until now, when he was bound and helpless before the mightiest creature he had ever glimpsed.
Yellow eyes, like miniature suns, peered down at the pathetic, tiny creature. They narrowed, and a smirk stretched thin across Igmas's thick, scaled lips. "This was the cause of so much trouble," the dragon rumbled out, his voice sonorous and deep, "a pathetic whelp? I daresay you're not even a paragon of your pathetic species, insect." Igmas took a step forward, and the earth itself shuttered lightly beneath his footfalls.
"Tyrant! Fiend! You'll be stopped! You won't win," raved Rillian, shaking in anger and fear; he had imagined his confrontation with Igmas going much differently... The dragon only smiled in response, and much to the human's dismay, he could see a glint of hunger flicker in those glowing eyes of Igmas's.
"Good, good," the dragon snickered, "I do so love it when my snacks fight back." Igmas's jaws yawned wide, and Rillian's eyes followed suit. He stared into the jaws of the dragon as they approached him. He could feel the hot, powerful breath of the dragon roiling around him as that thick tongue undulated in anticipation of a delicious meal. No matter how much the human struggled, he couldn't escape this -- Igmas was going to eat him, and the dragon was going to enjoy every second of it.
A lovely commission I purchased from
victoriadaedra please go check out her page and give her your love! She definitely deserves it! You can also view the original submission here!
Artwork © victoriadaedra
Igmas © Me
Rillian, and the rest of the hominids in Firaak, had ruled for the past dozen ages. Dragons, he thought, were a distant memory. But supposedly, they had been hiding, giving bipedal civilizations a chance to grow and flourish without their interference. This Igmas, it seemed, had other ideas now. He united dragonkind behind his own banner, and declared his intent to enslave all other creatures nondraconic. Humans, elves, dwarves and even the orcs were not to be spared from this subjugation. All would be made to serve Igmas and his ilk. Naturally, every nation of Firaak resisted this claim. The elves were the first to rebel against Igmas, and they found themselves completely exterminated: not an elf remained on Firaak now. The dwarves and the orcs allied quickly and tried to ride the coattails of the Elven Resistance. Igmas and his army would be weakened, they reasoned; he would not expect another direct assault. They were, of course, wrong, and soon the dwarves and the orcs faced an equal fate to that of the elves.
Humanity was alone now, and while they were the most numerous of the races of Firaak, they regretted not banding together with the other races sooner. While they had fought fiercely, much like the elves, the dwarves and the orcs, they were soundly defeated. Rillian himself had led many strikes against The Volatile Sun, one of Igmas' many epithets. Time and time again, Igmas proved that he not only had superior forces, but that he had superior tactics on his side. With Rillian's capture in the last battle, humanity knew its struggle and resistance was at an end. Firaak had been claimed by dragons, and if the humans wanted to continue existing, they would have to fall in line.
The wooden planks beneath of Rillian jutted suddenly before the entire wagon came to an abrupt halt. The annoying rattle of chains only served to annoy the human as he was forcefully reminded of their presence to his wrists and ankles. The black dragon moved to the side and bowed his head down in reverence. The imprisoned human glanced ahead, and there, standing before him, was the largest dragon he had ever seen. At least twice as large as the black-scaled creature who had been pulling the cart along was a behemoth, covered in orange, protective scales. His underside yielded tan plates, thick and powerful, protecting the dragon from any man-made weaponry. Rillian's eyes went wide with terror, and his blood froze in his veins. His heart thumped powerfully in his chest, and a cold sweat began pouring down the sides of his face. He had never known true terror until now, when he was bound and helpless before the mightiest creature he had ever glimpsed.
Yellow eyes, like miniature suns, peered down at the pathetic, tiny creature. They narrowed, and a smirk stretched thin across Igmas's thick, scaled lips. "This was the cause of so much trouble," the dragon rumbled out, his voice sonorous and deep, "a pathetic whelp? I daresay you're not even a paragon of your pathetic species, insect." Igmas took a step forward, and the earth itself shuttered lightly beneath his footfalls.
"Tyrant! Fiend! You'll be stopped! You won't win," raved Rillian, shaking in anger and fear; he had imagined his confrontation with Igmas going much differently... The dragon only smiled in response, and much to the human's dismay, he could see a glint of hunger flicker in those glowing eyes of Igmas's.
"Good, good," the dragon snickered, "I do so love it when my snacks fight back." Igmas's jaws yawned wide, and Rillian's eyes followed suit. He stared into the jaws of the dragon as they approached him. He could feel the hot, powerful breath of the dragon roiling around him as that thick tongue undulated in anticipation of a delicious meal. No matter how much the human struggled, he couldn't escape this -- Igmas was going to eat him, and the dragon was going to enjoy every second of it.
A lovely commission I purchased from
victoriadaedra please go check out her page and give her your love! She definitely deserves it! You can also view the original submission here!Artwork ©
victoriadaedraIgmas © Me
Category Artwork (Digital) / Vore
Species Western Dragon
Size 900 x 890px
File Size 381.4 kB
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