INTRODUCTION: This roleplaying log contains soft oral vore, in the form of a male dragon eating a female human. There's also a little bit of foodplay, and the outcome is fatal but consensual.
 
 
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Kodisoa, 6:38:45 PM:
Irian, a girl of 18, wanders through the forest on her first nature quest -- a sort of coming of age ceremony. By custom, it's done alone. She's a lithe young human with short brown hair and matching eyes, well-developed breasts, and well-toned body with strong limbs. She's an agile climber and has a particularly keen sense of smell, and is clad in well-fitted leathers that protect some of her vital spots while leaving other parts open for greater flexibility and freedom. She surveys her surroundings as she journeys to the second milestone. At journey's end, across a great valley, she must retrieve a small totem in a shrine and wear it, returning with it as proof of her accomplishment.
 
 
pyrophile6, 7:58:30 PM:
As you make your trek, a much greater creature is flying above you, surveying the valley with keen yellow eyes. Pyron is a powerful dragon, red-scaled, with the four limbs, tail, and wings of a typical western dragon. His limbs are thick and powerful, but his body is sleeker than most dragons. He's largely devoid of the typical spikes, with only a two pairs of horns atop his head, swept back, one nestled behind the other. He measures a good ten feet at the shoulder, with a maw easily large enough to take in most any prey that strikes his fancy. He's already eaten earlier today, but is hunting for a second meal. The scent of one of his favorite foods tickles his nostrils, and he enters a slow dive, circling above the tree tops and coming ever closer to you.
 
 
pyrophile6, 8:00:09 PM:
(My numbers on size may be a bit off, so if you need to, just go with "big enough to fit a human in his maw". :P)
 
 
Kodisoa, 8:05:23 PM:
Irian continues her voyage. Due to the forest canopy, she's possibly oblivious to the presence of a great aerial hunter in the skies above, unless you make your presence obvious. When it comes to food, she hasn't been as fortunate as you, having managed only some berries and nuts so far. It's okay though; she actually likes the feeling of hunger because it keeps her sharp and focused. She'll soon be in the area of the fruit trees, she predicts, and will there be able to eat her fill.
 
 
pyrophile6, 8:14:07 PM:
Pyron circles the skies above you, wings swept beating softly as he circles ever nearer. He can smell you more clearly now, the scent of a young, slightly sweaty young human. And only one, it would seem, all the more fortunate for him. Few things compare to the intimacy of having a lone snack to consume at his leisure. He starts to long for the feeling of a human body squeezing down his throat and filling out his belly, and makes to expedite his hunt, swooping low towards the treetops and sweeping hims wings to slow down just before he collides with them. The maneuver produces an audible swoosh, one that you can hear a short way away.
 
 
Kodisoa, 8:17:15 PM:
At the unexpected sound, Irian gives a short gasp. She lifts her head sharply to scan the treetops and the skies with sharp brown eyes. She crouches slightly in readiness, full lips parted slightly as if to shout, legs and abdomen taut and ready to move her swiftly out of danger.
 
 
pyrophile6, 8:33:38 PM:
Pyron glides low over the treetops, as slowly as he can safely go, trying to make no noise that would alert his prey. The trees here are thicker than he'd like, but the dragon is rather hungry, and doesn't feel bothered to wait for you to make your way to a more open space, if you do so at all. Humans are smart creatures like that, and annoyingly good at finding nooks and tight spaces to hide in. As he flies low, scanning through the trees with his bright yellow eyes, he spots a fleeting glimpse of leather and smooth skin - and there aren't many creatures around with those characteristics. He banks slowly, flapping his wings once to gain a boost of speed, turning a complete circle and carefully lining himself up for an imminent dive.
 
 
Kodisoa, 8:38:23 PM:
Irian listens and scans for a good 10 seconds, but detects nothing. "Perhaps a bird," she thinks, knowing that she'd heard something. She turns to continue eastward toward the great valley..
 
 
pyrophile6, 8:49:34 PM:
Pyron finishes his turn quickly, spreading his wings again to slow down, scanning the woods where he last saw you. A moment passes as he sees nothing but foliage, and he fears you may have heard him and taken cover, but then he picks out your shape once again, a shorts ways ahead. He twitches his wings to correct his course, then spreads them as wide as he can, tilting them upwards as he glides down into a tiny clearing close to you, landing as gently as he can. His powerful limbs bend to absorb the force, feet and claws digging slightly into the earth. Though as soft as he could make, there's still an audible thump, one which will unavoidably alert his prey. It's just as well; a little hunting makes the food taste that much better. He folds his wings, head lowering to the ground as he sniffs out your scent. It's clear and fresh, and he quickly finds your exact vector.
 
 
Kodisoa, 8:53:50 PM:
She pauses as she hears a thud to one side. This is another sound the forest usually doesn't make and she begins to grow concerned. With her keen nose (for a human) she scents the air, trying to determine if any strange creatures are nearby, though they'd have to be upwind. Deciding to investigate, she veers in that direction, slowing her pace to be cautious and trying to stay hidden from view as she goes.
 
 
pyrophile6, 8:58:32 PM:
Pyron waits patiently, peering intently into the forest in almost your exact direction. The undergrowth is dim and shaded compared to the skies, but his strong eyes easily penetrate the darkness. His equally sensitive ears pick up a number of noises, both loud and faint, from the forest. But one noise seems to be coming closer, and it sounds very much like a human's footsteps, though not quite so clumsy as they normally are. He unconsciously wets his lips with his tongue, and crouches low to the earth, awaiting your arrival.
 
 
Kodisoa, 9:01:18 PM:
At last your quarry arrives, though it's conceivable she'll see you just as you see her (depending on how well camouflaged and hidden you are). You can see that she's a young female human, alert of eye and lithe of limb and torso. Her hair is fairly short, and her scent indicates that she is vigorous and healthy.
 
 
pyrophile6, 9:06:30 PM:
Pyron is camouflaged about as a dragon can be, which is very little. His scales are a dull red, faintly shimmering, and doing his stealth no favors. As you come into view, he perks up, eyes drinking you in greedily. Yes, this will make a fine snack, if not the most filling human he's ever had. Unfortunately for him, you've already seen him by this point.
 
 
Kodisoa, 1:30:28 PM:
Upon seeing you, the young human freezes for a few heartbeats, taking in your sheer carnivorous power. As for herself, she's an exemplar of humanity, well-muscled and in her prime. She'd probably make a good snack, to say nothing of the potential thrill and entertainment of capturing her. Meanwhile, she sees the intensity of your stare, and realizes her peril. Wheeling, she bolts away, heading toward the valley's cliff. There, she might find a hiding place or be able to give you the slip.
 
 
pyrophile6, 1:39:10 PM:
Pyron growls, slightly annoyed, as you take off. He waits for a moment, pondering if it would be better to fly or run after you, before deciding on the latter. His thick legs move powerfully as he breaks into a run, the muscles in his legs visibly flexing under the scales with each step. Nonetheless, he moves about as gently as a massive creature could hope to, thunderous steps resounding each time his feet bang into the ground. He takes off into the foliage after you, knocking aside small trees and trampling the undergrowth in pursuit of his dinner.
 
 
Kodisoa, 1:44:18 PM:
Irian's worst fears are confirmed as she hears the thuds of footsteps and the crash of foliage behind her. The scent of her sweat and fear are strong as you give chase. Although you are much faster, your quarry is smaller can dodge and weave through the trees and undergrowth, perhaps allowing her to keep her lead. Soon she arrives at the cliff-side of the great valley and disappears from view down a narrow trail that leads downward. She has either plummeted to her death or is navigating toward the bottom. There, you would find a few caves, and your keen sense of smell would likely alert you to which one she's hiding in.
 
 
pyrophile6, 2:18:23 PM:
Pyron stumbles to a halt at the top of the cliff, nearly caught off guard by the sudden drop. He steps up to the edge and peers over, head flicking back and forth as he searches for you. There's no sign of you visually, but your scent is still strong with fear, and kindles the dragon's hunger that much more. Deciding that you must have used some pathway or hidden crevice to descend, he spreads his wings and jumps off, gliding to a soft landing at the foot of the cliff. The vegetation, mercifully, is much more sparse at the bottom. The dragon turns to the cliff, bright yellow eyes searching among the rocks. He cranes his neck forwards, sniffing at the air, slowly tracking down your scent. He moves slowly along the cliff side, stopping to glance into any nook or cranny big enough to fit you, and moving slowly closer to your hiding place.
 
 
Kodisoa, 2:25:31 PM:
Irian cowers in her chosen cave. The light is dim, but the cave is too shallow. As she hears you sniffing, she now realizes her mistake: her scent must stand out like a fiery beacon to the scaly beast hunting her! Her heart pounds as she hears you growing closer. The edges of the stones dig into her back as she tries to make herself very small. But there's simply no place to go! And now she sees you outside! Your immense, scaled form fills her with dread -- though also an instinctive awe. So sculpted and powerful is your form that it's no wonder that human civilizations have long revered and even worshiped dragons. Perhaps such magnificent beast also has a magnificence of soul, and it will have mercy on her! Mean, the scent of her is strong enough that you can zero in on her hiding spot. Your eyesight is probably also keen enough that once your eyes adjust to the dim light, you'd be able to see her cowering in the back. Although you might not be able to squeeze your whole body into there, your head, neck, or maybe even just your tongue might get the job done!
 
 
pyrophile6, 2:42:58 PM:
Sniffing along a narrow crevice in the cliff, Pyron suddenly snorts, his nostrils full of your scent. Fear, sweat, and youth, but also the hint of admiration or submission - small wonder, he thinks to himself. The dragon has finally tracked down your scent, and now stretches his neck towards the small hole you're hiding in. His yellow eyes gaze inside, and lock with your own, greedily assessing the sight of a human girl pressed against the back of the cave. He licks his lips hungrily, revealing his slender, wet tongue. The dragon's first instinct is to grab you, extending one front paw towards you, but he can't quite get into the right posture to bring it into the cave, and it grabs futilely at the air in front of you. He pulls it back after a moment, staring at you with lust and hunger in his eyes, maw slightly agape.
 
 
Kodisoa, 2:53:42 PM:
She gasps as she looks into your golden eyes. So primal! And also so... haunting, even beautiful! As she sees you lick your chops, cold clammy fear gnaws at her innards. She thinks, "By the gods, this beast intends to eat me!" Her gaze lingers on your head and jaws, especially the flash of carnivorous fangs. As you reach for her unsuccessfully, she calls out instinctively, "No, please! Leave me be! Go away!" However, another part of her mind drives her to take this as an opportunity. Only in legends and artwork have dragons been depicted. To see one first hand -- and so breathtakingly close -- elicits a childlike wonder in her heart. She examines your magnificent form from snout to tail, shivering perceptibly when her eyes fall to your lithe, serpentine torso. She might soon find herself trapped inside the hungry interior of this amazing serpent!
 
 
pyrophile6, 3:12:51 PM:
(He's actually more western dragon-like and muscular than serpentine, though) Pyron nearly chuckles at your naive pleas to be left alone. As if begging ever made a difference. After pondering for a moment, he decides to fish his meal out in a more unusual way. Extending his thick neck forward, he pushes his wedge-shaped head into the cave. He's forced to stop short of you, but is still only a foot or two away. So close is he, you can feel his breath on your skin, hot and moist and smelling of meat. His nostrils sniff at you, producing a gently audible whoosh of air. You can only watch, paralyzed by fear and awe. Pyron opens his mouth, jaws yawning wide in front of you, giving you a fantastic view of the business end of a dragon. His maw is all drooling red flesh, lined with of vicious ivory teeth. His tongue is long and slender, but still massive compared to you, and slips out of his maw as it opens. That tongue reaches out towards you, and easily bridges the gap, a hot and wet and rough appendage that runs along your front, salvia mixing with sweat and dust. Pyron rumbles as he tastes you, pleased with you flavor, and eager for more.
 
 
Kodisoa, 3:24:41 PM:
As your head looms in closer and closer, she stares into your nearest eye, transfixed by its intensity and swirling splendor. She stares at your jaws, imagine her flesh being lacerated and torn by your many teeth! "Oh god! Don't... please don't!" She can't help but to inhale your scent -- and your breath. Something about it seeps into a deep part of her mind, stirring instincts that are more than merely fear. There's a certain reverence there as well, as if humanity has within them the proclivity to worship dragons. The gape of your jaws terrifies her; but she can't help but stare within the drooling oral chamber, especially the great tongue and the hint of a gaping throat beyond it. At the first, slimy touch of your bestial tongue, her flesh spasms and she moans in terror, turning her head away and closing eyes as if expecting her life to end that moment. But pain doesn't come. Quite the contrary, the slippery organ splays against her clothes and exposed skin, quivering with life and fogging the cave with the creature's sultry breath. She turns her head back and opens her eyes, still panting as she experiences the fullness of a dragon. Meanwhile, her flavors to you are quite succulent: virginal, pure, untainted, tangy with fear, sweet with female pheromones. Her bosom swells with each desperate inhalation. Her flesh quivers with from the intensely carnal stimulation of being tongued by your carnivorous maw. Tentatively, before she understands why she's doing it, she touches the length of your tongue with her fingers, marveling at its strength, heat, and sliminess.
 
 
pyrophile6, 3:41:39 PM:
Idly wondering why you would touch it, Pyron's tongue runs along your body a second time, starting between your legs and running up your front, lapping at your face as the beast soaks up your flavor. He rumbles deep inside with carnal pleasure, ready to devour you, and to make you a part of him. His tongue, still stretched out onto you, runs back down to your legs and runs along the side of your thigh. After a moment, you realize that it's slowly encircling your waist, Pyron attempting to get a grip on your body. And he succeeds, the tongue suddenly tightening around your waist. He begins to tug, slowly dragging your towards his gaping, reptilian maw.
 
 
Kodisoa, 3:53:59 PM:
She looks into your eyes, recognizing your hunger. She can see that you're unmoved by her plight; in fact, you might even be thriving upon it in your own way! Seeing the drool of your tongue and maw, something else tugs at her soul -- a certain empathy for your hunger. After all, you are an animal, and must eat. You have proved your mettle in chasing her down and cornering her. Despite the horror and despair of it from her perspective, she sees that it is fitting. And it isn't all despair, she realizes. Something about the way you're treating her suggests that you're enjoying this on a level more than the simple hunger of the body.
 
 
As the tingles of your caressing tongue seep into her flesh and mind, she realizes that strangely, she's enjoying this! Her fear has sharpened her mind and senses so that your every reptilian touch and every bestial scent is etched into her perception like a living tapestry. Thus although she resists you as you tug her toward your jaws, there's a deepness to her panting now that suggests a certain exhilaration. You can feel her fingers clutching your tongue, trying to pry it off by also exploring its blood-heated textures, with its slime squeezing between her fingers. The pounding of her heart is palpable against the coils of your tongue. She braces her legs futilely to try to avoid being dragged into your waiting mouth. And now she smacks her palms down onto your snout to try to brace against that. She remains speechless throughout all of this, though her growing anticipation and awe of being contained in your jaws is almost palpable in the rich blazonry of her scents and flavors, and her wide-eyed staring into that drooling, toothy cave of destruction!
 
 
pyrophile6, 4:16:41 PM:
Pyron is overcome by his own emotions, this close to sating his hunger. For every inch he drags you closer to his gullet, his hunger increases in kind. He yearns to feel your supple body between his jaws, to feel you stretch his throat as he gulps you down to his cavernous belly. He tugs you with greater force as you begin to struggle, opening his maw even wider to keep you from bracing yourself on his snout. This close, you can see very detail of his pulsing throat-hole, yawning dark and mysterious, almost inviting you to explore his depths. As he tugs, you begin to pass between his jaws, his breath a hot flood on your skin. Pyron begins to pull his head back as you near his jaws, tugging you been further from shelter. You feet are the first part to enter his mouth, and he slowly closes his lips as you enter inside. As the dragon's orifice envelopes you, he closes his maw, his teeth gently but firmly closing on your belly, just below the shoulders. With a sudden movement, he pulls his head up and out of the cave, proudly displaying his catch for all to see. Your head spins as you soar upwards, hanging out from between the beast's lips.
 
 
Kodisoa, 4:24:27 PM:
With a cry of desperation, your strength overcomes her. She slips feet-first into your jaws, rapidly enveloped by carnivorous teeth and gripping tongue. Her heart beats wildly in her breast, urging her to struggle and break free! But her puny strength is no match for your jaws, which are capable of claiming for larger and mightier prey. As she looks into your nearest, eye, straining and struggling delightfully, you sense in her some surprise that she's still alive -- that your fangs haven't yet skewered her. Understanding slowly dawns on her; you mean to devour her alive! Her well-proportioned mouth opens in an O of surprise. That is something she hadn't anticipated! To be swallowed whole?! Clearly you're capable of it, she realizes. But that would mean... she'd be alive upon reaching your draconic gut! At least if the constriction of your swallowing and neck doesn't crush the life out of her. Despite herself, the soft, fleshy embrace of your steamy maw begins to entice her into wondering what it might be like in your stomach!
 
 
pyrophile6, 4:46:55 PM:
A rumbles reaches you from deep inside, Pyron lording over his latest catch. This is what means to be the ultimate hunter: to hold your catch in your jaws, helpless but unharmed, and ready to sate whichever hunger he wishes. Inside his maw, the tongue uncoils from your legs, instead lapping hungrily at your exposed flesh. Pyron tightens his lips around you and momentarily lowers his head, reaching up with one front paw. A claw digs underneath your tight leathers, slicing through the tanned hides as easily as paper. Your upper clothes fall to the ground, unwanted. That done, Pyron resumes his luxurious meal. He tilts his head upwards and partially opens his jaws, releasing his firm grip on your body. His tongue flattens below you, and you begin to slide down into his maw from gravity alone, towards that terrrifying, and terrifyingly inviting, gullet. Your upper body passes into his maw, hot, slimy flesh surrounding you like a living sarcophagus. Just before your feet slip into the hole, the dragon suddenly pushes up with his tongue, pressing you into the rough palate at the top of his mouth.
 
 
Kodisoa, 5:04:50 PM:
You feel her muscular thighs and calves grappling with your tongue -- resisting it. Meanwhile she feels your hunger, and lets its bestial intimacy surround her and begin to infuse her soul with your primal desires! As you strip away her top garments, she thrashes and resists, her brunette tresses flailing and her eyes wild with instinctive fear. When no harm comes to her your claws, she pants with wonder. Slowly your intent begins to dawn on her! Either you plan to molest her (a thought she is started to realize has some appeal), or her clothing would have interfered with your digestion of her body! That second thought elicits a wracking tremble through her athletic form, quite palpable in your maw.
 
 
As you begin to pull her entirely into to mighty embrace of your jaws, she pushes back against your front fangs with the strength of desperation. But it's far too little! Soon her taut belly, firm breasts, and flushed face are slurped past lips and fangs. Inside, you can feel her feisty struggles, though that simply serves to get her well tasted and well lubricated with your personal brand of draconic drool. Her feminine and meaty flavors are probably quite appetizing. And increasingly, as hope begins to leave her, a strange passion seeps in to replace it. Resignation? Or perhaps a kind of Stockholm Syndrome sets in. She breathes in your hot, carnivorous breath, finding that it stirs a strange fire in her loins. To be mastered, caged, and held so completely and so intimately by a powerful beast is strangely erotic! Thus you can feel in the way she paws at your teeth and palate the way her succulent haunches clench your tongue a surprising ferocity of lust!
 
 
pyrophile6, 5:17:30 PM:
Pyron presses you harder against the top of his mouth, moving his tongue back and forth to massage his squirming treat. Saliva covers you completely, soaking into your hair and under your garments as the beast soaks in your flavor. Your squirms and movements work in unison with his massaging and suckling, rubbing along your entire form, and help him work his tongue along every last inch of your body. The dragon continues that rough, sensuous, full-body massage for a few moments longer, tasting at your delicious form with a feral hunger. Eventually the movement stops, and one last time he crushes your aching body against the roof of his mouth before relaxing his tongue. However, the respite lasts only for a few seconds, and suddenly you feel the tongue again pressing at you, this time pressing you towards the sides of his maw, twisting you around in the process. His maw is still slightly agape, and your feet and shins push outside once again, your head pressing towards the far side of his maw, the cool air feeling like ice on your spit-soaked skin. Before you can slip out any further, though, Pyron's teeth suddenly clamp down on your hips, locking you in place. They don't break the skin, but they do dig into your lower garments, tearing and shredding the leather until it starts to fall off in spreads, some stuck to his fangs. Once your lower body is just as bare as you upper body, he takes a moment to suckle on your hips, but soon uses his tongue to pull your feet into his maw once more.
 
 
Kodisoa, 5:43:12 PM:
Though she still grips and struggles some as you maneuver her in this fashion, most of it is instinctive. And the rest is done in a strange empathy with you as she senses down deep that her struggles excite you! Now lying naked in your sweltering jaws, with her sweat joining your swirling drool to bathe her in profound warmth, she begins to give in to her passions -- give in to you! Perhaps your prey has come to accept that no amount of resistance can suffice against your mighty will -- that her fate is now yours to command.
 
 
So with each deep inhalation, with the sharp aromas of your breath coursing down into her lungs, she feels the steamy vapors of your maw beading on her face to mingle with her sweat. From her loins leak many provocative flavors: mammalian, pheromonal, and ripe with the tenderness of fertility. These flavors intensify as she wraps her limbs around your tongue, reveling in the confinement of your caging fangs and the thrum of your heartbeat. In growing ardor and anticipation, she mouths your gooey tongue, taking some of your flavors as her own. She begins to feel her destiny entwining with yours, being lost in your ferocity just as surely as her body will soon be lost inside the scaly immensity of your form!
 
 
pyrophile6, 6:17:49 PM:
As Pyron feels you relaxing and embracing his tongue, and tastes the powerful mix of emotions from you, he decides that it's time. The dragon raises his neck and tilts his head back, his jaws open just enough that you can arch look outside one last time, a view of the sky framed by white fangs and pink maw flesh. As you gaze outside, his tongue lifts up underneath you. The tip of his tongue presses against the top of your head, then wraps over your face, cutting off your view of the sky for the final time. Pyron's tongue pushes you slowly backwards, towards his pulsing gullethole, towards your new home. Your feet drop into that hole, pressing between the soft flesh on either side of the opening. With sudden, overwhelming force, he swallows. his throat grips your feet and shins, a peristaltic squeeze that tugs them deeper inside. Your legs follow, falling into that same tug, and you soon find yourself being gulped into a dragon's slavering gullet.
 
 
Kodisoa, 6:38:11 PM:
Irian's heart skips a beat as her face is lit up by the last view of her world through a dragon's fangs! Fear and excitement wrestle for dominance in her quailing spirit. She takes comfort from how your savage strength is held at bay, used only to confine, guide, and taste her! Instinctively she shies her feet away from the pit of your gullet, knowing that that way lies her utter destruction in your carnivorous stomach. But the resistance is half-hearted and ultimately futile. Your draconic jaws are designed for feeding, and nothing she could do can prevent being swallowed alive, and she learns at this very moment. Along with your mighty swallow, you can feel your prize writhe and squirm in horror and exhilaration. She claws at your tongue as if it might be an anchor, but instead it's a conspirator, twisting and heaving her soaked, naked figure into the embrace of your long, gooey throat!
 
 
pyrophile6, 6:57:20 PM:
Overwhelming waves of peristalsis squeeze your entire body, plunging you deep into Pyron's gullet. Your head vanishes into the gullet only moments after your feet. The smothering pressure of the throat surrounds you, squeezing you ever further down the dragon's esophagus. Outside, Pyron snaps his jaws shut as he gulps you down. A slight bulge is visible in his neck, not even recognizable as a human, moving steadily down before vanishing into his torso. The swallowing comes in quick waves, one gulp shoving you down by twice your height, a pause so short it barely deserves the name then another voracious gulp. It only takes two or three gulps before you're all the way down, your feet suddenly pressing into a firm wall that blocks off the throat. Another wave of peristalsis grips you, and a valve opens up around your feet. Your entire body is pressed through a soft sphincter, feet kicking at the space beyond before you're thrust completely through into his belly. The stomach is hot, hotter than everything else, and full of an acrid stink that burns your insides a little when you inhale. You find yourself sitting in a shallow, thick pool of sludge, forced to bend forward to fit inside his tight, cramped belly. Outside, Pyron lowers his head slowly, still thrilled by the sensation of squeezing you down his neck. You were as amazing as any human he's devoured before, and perhaps one of the tastiest.
 
 
Kodisoa, 7:12:00 PM:
Her full hips and lithe chest are squeezed mercilessly by the contractions of the your reptilian feeding. As she's pulled downward, her ribs bend almost to the point of breaking and she cannot draw breath. Giddily she arches and squirms against the tight embrace of esophageal musculature; but it's just not enough to do more than amuse you. Passing along the length of your spine and down past heart and between lungs, at last she is splorted out into your elastic gut. Here she finds herself buried alive in darkness and heat -- buried in layers of living muscle, sinew, and wrapped in a dragon's scaly hide! The frothy squalor inside the beast is so warm that at once, new sweat beads all over her body. Within the sweltering, churning cocoon of tissue, she feels a bit like she's being cooked alive! Indeed, the acrid bath that begins to baste her might make that something of a reality. A strange mix of horror and elation fills her as she realizes she's been completely eaten! She's in the very stomach of a carnivorous beast, forever his captive! His meat! Meanwhile, you can feel your prey pawing at her prison, her weight shifting as she tries to get her bearings inside the tight wrap of your belly. But naked though she is, it won't be long before you begin to feel the nourishment of her well-proportioned carcass!
 
 
pyrophile6, 7:33:57 PM:
Outside, Pyron rumbles contentedly over his delectable meal, licking the last of your flavor from his lips. He can feel you moving inside of him, a subtle but powerful sensation that serves to remind him of his dominance over such highly edible creatures as humans. His stomach rumbles in slight discomfort, not technically made to handle live prey, and Pyron lets out a wet belch, a few shreds of your leather clothes flying out of his maw. This causes some of the air to vanish from his belly, and it clenches tighter around you, squeezing you between a wall and a slimy hunk of meat from some previous meal. Glancing around, Pyron decides that the underside of the cliff is as good a hiding place as any, and trots a short ways to a crevice, shielded by an outcropping overhead. You can feel each step he takes as a jolt of force, and his stomach tilts and sways slightly as he walks to shelter. Though your head is growing cloudy, and your consciousness slipping away, you notice that you're sharing his stomach with the remnants of his previous belly. Large hunks of half-digested meat slosh around inside, along with a number of bones of previous meals. Perhaps some of them belonged to humans like you.
 
 
Kodisoa, 7:45:20 PM:
The sudden collapse of oozing flesh around her from your belch startles her. She is already getting well acquainted with her new carnivorous abode, finding it terrifyingly, horrifyingly intimate! Never had she imagined a reptile's stomach to be so pliant and churning, constantly trying to conform to her shape and touch her everywhere! The seething sliminess of it all is at once intoxicating and vaguely arousing. The sloshing hunk of half-digested meat that is pressed up against her is a grisly reminder of what will soon happen to her. Claimed by the dragon's hunger! In the heady darkness, she feels a lurch as your take yourself -- and her! -- where you wish to go. She tries to control her breathing, but her body is hyperventilating -- panicking! Perhaps it knows on some instinctive level where it is, and is now in abject terror of its fate. But another part of her revels in this confinement, even as her flesh begins to ache from the corrosive force of your liquid hunger. Meanwhile, you can feel your snack's convulsions within your gut pressing pleasantly against your other organs. Your prisoner struggles against her fate; but her strength is failing. Even so, some aspects of her movements feel driven by passion rather than mere terror. What a strange creature!
 
 
pyrophile6, 7:56:50 PM:
Arriving at his chosen resting place, Pyron flops down onto his belly, letting his legs splay out lazily. This has the added effect of flattening his belly under him. His stomach is squashed vertically, along with its contents, and you find yourself smothered underneath that hunk of meat, pressed into the sludge on the bottom. Mercifully, though, you're already on the edge of unconsciousness, and finally slip away, ready to become one with the dragon. In a few days, the useless parts of your body will be squeezed out from under his tail as feces, irreversibly mixed with whatever else he's eaten. The rest of you, though, will become a part of Pyron's powerful reptilian body, and fuel it as he flies through the skies, hunting for yet more prey to continue the cycle.