Park shows off his skills in the arcane; giving Eileen an opportunity to ask about his charm.

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Closer~ (Comeuppance Pt. 3)[Dragon vore]

“So,” the dragon begins, backing a few feet away. “What parts of the arcane, exactly, can you control?” She sits her head atop both her forelegs, regarding me intently.
I take a moment to search through my mental index of spells. Eventually a smile dawns upon my face as I think of the perfect introduction. I raise my left hand, my bare palm facing the ceiling. With an incomprehensible whisper, luminous sparks fizzle into the atmosphere. Warm colours of red, magenta and a little purple characterise the small blaze. “I think the colours are supposed to reflect how I am feeling. I don’t use this one often, but I’ve never seen these colours before.” My face turns a little red at the realisation of what that means.
Eileen hums with delectation, also seeming to meet the same realisation as me. After a few more seconds, the sparks die with a low oscillation – returning the room to relative darkness. I think of another spell, returning my hand to my lap. This time, I think of a far more complicated spell. I close my eyes for a few seconds, concentrating on the incantation. When my eyes open, I find a silvery-grey aura surrounding the outline of my body. Behind my open eyes, I focus on an image – keeping the spell alive. Eileen suddenly gasps and stands, her eyes wide. She mutters unintelligibly, hardly blinking as she glares at me.
“What magic is that-?” I quickly lose the spell, seeing as it had startled her. She, however, continues to stand.
“It’s a simple illusion. I can make you see anything I can picture; you just so happened to already be on my mind~”
“Well...” she shakes off a shiver and calms herself. “Can you not become me again, pl-please?”
“Alright...” I reply quietly, coughing into my arm a few times. Slowly, I place both my hands on the hardwood floor. A deep, heavy exhale follows no long afterwards; the room gradually becomes warmer. An omnipresent radiance of light also illuminates the space a little, drowning the looming darkness of gradual nightfall from outside. “This spell is one of the reasons I’m still alive, and one of the first that my father taught me.” I state, removing my hands from the ground to discontinue the growth in temperature.
Eileen chuckles slightly to herself, “I certainly would’ve made great use out of a spell like this in my younger years!” She crawls forward, returning to her original distance in front of me – the rapturous look on her muzzle returning.
I hold my right hand up in front of my face; as my fingers blossom out from my palm, an orange flame sparks to life from the center of my hand. I then raise my left hand, a small collection of bronze-coloured powder materialises in the air. Moving my left hand, the metallic dust floats languidly into the flame. A brilliant green flame dances from above my hand, fizzling a little as the metal melts. I clear my throat a little less violently, finally taming the rising flame in my throat. “Conjuring is one of my favourite arcane talents and pass-times. I

learnt only a year ago that when copper is held above a flame, it turns the fire green.”
I demonstrate the green flame for a little longer before letting it die, the copper dust completely used. I lean against the wall in silence, thinking of more spells that aren’t dangerous and still interesting. But, the ill-action lasts far longer than I would’ve thought. The dragon redirects her attention from her thoughts to me, easily closing the distance between us. I pull my legs up to my chest, hugging them as she rests her head on the floor at my feet. We both lock eyes, the complex exchange of emotions overcoming the quietude facilely.
She hums deeply, warming me with a lengthy exhale. “How about your talent in charms~?” The hint in her voice tells me all I need to know about her intentions in asking; I decide to take her bait and directly subvert answering the question she asked.
“Are you wanting to know about the one I used on you?” She exhales again, causing goosebumps to protrude on my legs a few moments after.
“Well, since you brought it up~ I’m just a little curious about how it works. Obviously, it compels whoever you’re charming to do what you want; but how specific do you have to be? I mean, I could have flown you out, walked you down the other side of the alley, distracted the officers...” She leaves a pause, looking directly into my eyes.
“I always try to be as specific as I can. The target does as you ‘ask’, but not always as you intend them to do; it’s left to how they interpret the order.” I reply with relative indifference, as if citing from an arcane scroll.
Eileen’s smile grows as gradually pulls herself closer to me, raising her head above my knees. In a few tender seconds, her muzzle nearly touches my nose. My eyes water a little from the warm drafts of air, and my red hair only becomes more chaotic. “So what I did was your idea, then?”
I breathe a noticeable, light chuckle – easily anticipating the question. I keep the cool composition, not at all dismayed. “Yes, it was my idea. And you did exactly as I was hoping. Until, of course, after when you returned home – none of that was planned by me.”
“Ah, so he does have his limits...” She quickly retorts with a vestige of sarcasm.
“I have to admit, I did fall asleep for a bit there. But, I don’t think I could have made it last that long anyway.” I scratch the stubble on the side of my jaw, idly playing with my fingers.
“I’m getting away from the point, though. You wanted me to eat you – in order for you to escape.” I can see in her eyes that she holds a sense of victory, seeming to pride herself in revealing what she was looking for.

“Yes, I did.” My continual apathetic tone seems to taint her hubris of success, I entertain the thought of her expecting me to be embarrassed or abashed by the discovery.
She shifts a little, staring me down intently. For a few moments we’re both lost in the other’s eyes, I enjoy basking in the purple radiance. Then, she breaks the connection and leans in close to my right – her head is held over my shoulder. “Would you want me to do it again~?” She asks slowly, each syllable animated by an exaggerated breath.
I slip my eyes a little to the right and catch my first glimpse of the scar on her neck. Subconsciously, I’m compelled to make an action. I raise my left hand and run it along her scar, feeling the disparity of her scales and the rigid streak. I then pull my right arm up and coil it around the other side of her neck, squeezing a little to emphasise the hug. I lean my head against the side of hers, not considering anything other than the current moment. “I want to be close to you – always.”
We both lay still, I never want this moment to end. “Every day has dragged by, I’ve been plagued by this loneliness for years. It seemed I was just waiting for my time to come, like there was nothing more for me. But now, I feel you ever so close to me... There is no longer any life without you; I really couldn’t imagine it any other way, then here with you.” Eileen gasps for air, stifling a few tears; clearly not prescient of her sudden confession.
“Then draw me closer~” I whisper simply, easing my embrace a little to accommodate her following actions.
She breathes deeply once more, the warm gust deflects from the wall onto my back. Eileen retracts her head, looking at me with an intense resolve. She begins licking my neck again, eventually venturing further down to my chest. Seeing an opportunity, I sink both my arms into her mouth. She begins to salivate heavily, immediately drenching my entire body in warm and viscous liquid. I find myself already far more relaxed than the first time.
Even though I haven’t charmed her and she is left to her own means, I simply know that I’m safe. Somehow being closer to the more dangerous parts of her and to being eaten, I feel the calamity multiply. My head disappears between her teeth, now subjected to the humidity of her mouth and the sliminess of her adventurous tongue. I artlessly close my eyes and mouth, not at all discontent by my face being soaked in her saliva. Something inside me – something deep and unheard until now – argues against my unpretentious appreciation of the closeness. This subconscious instinct – I now identify as my own self- preservation – tells me that I am in danger. I haven’t charmed her, she is acting on her own will. There are millions of ways in which she could end my life. Needless to say, this is completely unnatural and utterly idiotic.
My chest reaches the tender depths of the interior of her mouth, veiled by the grievous row of white, dentine blades. My arms found their way into her throat, now gently pulled further by its pliant muscles. Her tongue snakes its

way around to my back, somehow managing to cover me in more saliva. I felt a slight tug on my shirt, then simply nothing at all – rousing some suspicion. I rather enjoyed the amorous massage on my hands and arms, along with the markedly interesting feeling of her zealous tongue.
My waist progressed into her maw, forcing me to unfurl my legs as I’m pulled further forward. My arms are now fully seized by her throat, the listless muscles in no hurry to sequester me from the outside world. I tried for more than a few moments to roll onto my back, not quite being able to due to the vice grip of Eileen’s throat. However – with the surprise help of her tongue – I was able to awkwardly position my back on her mouth. She didn’t seem at all dispirited by my new position and continued to coax me in saliva – acquiring as much of my taste as she could. I attain a clear view of the roof of her mouth, saturated with saliva. With relative difficulty, I also manage to steal a look at the front of her mouth. An odd feeling propagates within me seeing my legs surrounded by her teeth. It’s rather dark, cultivating an almost eerie atmosphere as I plunge deeper.
Her throat now snares my head; simultaneously, I feel the upper part of my legs enter her gaping jaws. The entire sensation only grows more bizarre, and I’m once again faced with doubts. I’m reminded that my trust is placed entirely in her, and that I’m not currently responsible for her actions. Well... maybe I am. I was asking for it. I just simply let the doubts starve, knowing that they’re only natural fears instated to ensure that I don’t go feeding myself to any old animal or person.
I’m now fully encompassed by her body, basking in the hot tenderness of her mouth and throat. Various muscles glide over my body as I progress further into her depths. There’s no descriptor for the unequivocal feeling of bliss I possess. My arms are soon dragged out of her throat, reaching her stomach. Soon, everything else follows. The space tightens a little as I feel her shift, pressure from all sides lulls me further into the notion of ecstasy. “I’ll hold you close – always~”
I hold my left hand up in front of me, sparks fill the space. The animated walls of her stomach are illuminated with a warm red, hinted slightly by a deep violet.