“Mmmm…” the dragon moaned while a wet noise sounded from the tongue moving across the human’s face. “Delectable~…”

Jake hadn’t planned on meeting up with the predator clearly intent on getting him into his belly.

The anthropomorphic being was a tower compared to him, probably at least seven feet tall. A dragon covered in coal-black skin, and, as if a volcano, fiery markings like tiger stripes across his body, especially the neck and back. The wing membranes were the same orange glow, with all the keratin across his body, from the various horns spread everywhere and the large claws, looked like a stick of metal kept in a fire. His irises glowed, mistakable for a furnace.

It had been a mellow, cool night, but this stranger had changed that for Jake. Being simply near him radiated a warmth that converted the already gentle evening air to a soothing heater. Dirt clinging to the brick wall behind the boy now clung to his shirt. White reflections from the moon glistened from the face having been covered in a layer of spittle.

There was worry in Jake, but he knew he would be alright. If the stranger had malevolent intentions, his protection would have already kicked in. Still, meeting a voracious stranger in an alleyway was something nearly impossible not to be nervous about.

Suddenly, the dragon pressed his body against Jake, putting him between a warm predator and a cold brick wall, and with more slow licks across his face, along with a groaning of the gut, the boy flustered intensely.

“Someone’s a prey~,” he had said, the words blowing warm breezes onto the face.

Jake closed his eyes as the breath cast itself on them. Yes, he was very used to being prey, and ever since his first time with Faith, he had grown to love the experience over time.

When he broke eye contact out of embarrassment, looking away to the ground, but the sinuous appendage went beneath his chin to force his gaze back to the dragon, and was greeted by the sight of a pulsating, orange throat.

The predator chuckled, his eyes looking down to the brown-haired head slipping past his teeth. Sweet, succulent flavor danced across his tongue, as it did the same to his prey’s face.

He would make a hearty meal for the night.

Swallowing hard, those throat muscles clenched and pulled at the boy’s head, dragging him suddenly into his esophagus.

The dragon chuckled in delight; he was his.

Newfound fight awoke in his prey, perhaps coming out of his flustered state a little in fighting back, but he could tell he was not fighting as hard as he could.

It didn’t matter. The dragon held him in place by the arms, arching forward as more of the human became enveloped in orange, glowing flesh.

Chest, waist, and legs all soon became wet and hot, with Jake’s upper body curled up a little. That dreadful appendage toyed with his feet, just letting them stay there in the mouth with his predator nonchalantly leaning his back against the wall.

When tired of playing with his food, the dragon simply tilted his head back and swallowed as if Jake was a simple bite of lunch.

“AAHHHhhh…” a loud sigh, declining into a relaxing one, escaped the dragon’s maw from a torrent to a stream. Once lean, his middle housed an immense growth that sloshed with movement. With skin stretchy enough to fit a meal more than twice the size of his morsel, Jake was trapped in a pocket of air, but powerful abdomen muscles provided the predator with a fun little game.

Without warning, the fleshy sac housing the boy squeezed tightly on him, and Jake felt a rush of air escape up into the esophagus, followed by a hearty belch.

“Mmmmm~…” he licked his chops of the returning flavor, “tasty little thing~…” The hands, though armed with claws, began to dig into the sloshy orb, with the dragon at one point patting where Jake’s head was trapped against the orange flesh. “You should be more careful walking around at night, being a human prey and all, even the herbivores find you folks good gut fillers~.” With the gut bouncing with every step, the dragon began walking, to where Jake didn’t know. “Or you could explore alone anyway, that way you’d be generously offering yourself to whatever hungry predator comes by~.” Practically doing friendly torture at this point, he lifted his gut and hugged it to him, making it tighter than ever. “Good thing I found you first, would’ve hated to miss out on this, and I thank you for being such a tasty morsel, you went down nicely~. May I have your name, prey?”

Of course, the dragon had asked while he squeezed ever so tightly. Jake struggled to make at least enough room to shift about into a more comfortable posture, only for the walls to refuse that accommodation utterly. They would barely even budge. On top of all that, the lack of air was getting to him.

“What’s that~?” the dragon spoke down to his gut with a clearly teasing voice, lifting and bouncing it with his claws to add to the torment. “Sorry, couldn’t quite hear you, so I guess I will call you belly pet in the meantime~.” Now, the jailer’s head was held up high, a grin that revealed pearly white predatory teeth. “You can call me Magvrith.”

So, the dragon went home and would sleep full and satisfied. Jake would be let out in the morning, being told by the dragon he would see him again sometime, with a grin that showed he was indeed telling the truth.

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