part 8 =)

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He had the time to run into a circle of these tasty little snacks before they started to react to his arrival. Long enough for Schlirk to swallow two of them. They slid fast along his neck, and they popped into his chest in no time.
Because there was no time to lose! The faster he ate, the more he would get! His first targets were those that tried to run away. This was the most perishable food; if he didn’t catch them in time, they would disappear from the menu! Once the others understood that, they would hesitate to flee in fear of being next. It simply doubled the results!
Around him, some of the snacks tried to throw their tooth sticks at him, but these ridiculous thing just ricocheted on his thick scales. They were next. Best strategy ever. First catch the food that risk to disappear. Then, take the most aggressive, and then…
… there would be the passive one to finish in peace.
It was like a three-course meal, and Schlirk intended to honor it! With a strong push on his chest, he made a little group of his recent catch call his name together at once. And the big predator allowed himself a short break to enjoy that moment.
ssSSSccHHHLIIIIIRRRRRrrrrk!
The group, three, maybe four of these delicious little guys were squeezed tightly by his stomach, forcing them downward… It felt so good it almost hurt… The little snacks sunk deeper into his body, struggling all along the way… So good… Schlirk concentrated, took a deep breath, and contracted his whole body, forcing them into his lower belly that extended in a loud ‘GLORP’.
“AAAAAaaaaahhh….” Schlirk moaned in delight, feeling them moving inside his powerful stomach.
More… He wanted… MORE!
In disappointment, the big predator saw two snacks running away, taking advantage of his moment of weakness. What a shame… But all wasn’t lost, there were still four of these delicacies around. Three of them were still attacking him, the last one was shaking, like paralyzed in fear. There was his dessert!
When the three aggressive creature attacked him together, probably thinking it a good strategy, he caught them all, each of them in a different paw. Now, it was time for a more peaceful time… intense time… Degustation…
Grinning, holding his catch firmly in his paws, he came to face the paralyzed snack so he could show off a bit. He loved having public for this…
Only one question remained… which one first? A little pain on one of his fingers helped him choose… One of the three captured creature tried to bite him to get free… Schlirk raised him to his eyes level, and he could see fear overtaking the mind overtaking the snack.
“A good dragon should never have to use his teeth to eat…” He teased him, licking his lips. “Like this!”
He brought his paw to his opening maw, showing the red carpet to his catch, and pushed him inside. The frightened snack tried to resist and fight, but he was so weak… only good to be a meal! Schlirk closed his jaws, trapping his food into his maw. He took a few seconds to savor, the taste, and the squirms… All the squirms! A degustation was always better with preys already massaging his insides...
With his tongue, he forced the head of the little guy into his fleshy throat, and engaged a long swallow. A good slide from his maw into his throat always thrilled him, it required real skills of predation! The back of his tongue lazily lowered, letting its load slip into the grasp of his muscles.
He could feel the shoulders entering… and then the body… What a blissful experience… His deep moan of excitement made his throat vibrate, helping the prey to nicely progress along his neck. With a claw, he follow the bulge descending delightfully to his chest. These scales felt so sweet rubbing against his flesh…
A load of air escaped his maw in a guttural growl when his food slipped into his stomach. Lucky snack, he had all the room for himself! His harmless yet enjoyable movements inside him felt like a lovely thank you for that chance. But he wouldn’t be alone for long…
Schlirk’s eyes lowered on his next catch. Would he choose him next? He wasn’t sure…
“Please, gniark! Not me, gniark!”
“Ooooh a begger… my favourite!” Schlirk sighed in contentment.
He took him by his forepaws, and raised him over his wide open maw. With the light of the descending sun, the little snack probably had the best view on his gaping throat!
“Keep begging…” Schlirk ordered, but the prey seemed to hesitate.
Schlirk hated hesitations! They broke the spirit of the moment! To motivate the unfunny guy, Schlirk lowered him quick into his maw, the hind paws of the food already touching his throat muscles. To his delight, he smelt the fear tickling his nostrils.
“Please, gniark! No!” The reptile squeaked.
“Theeeeeeere…” Schlirk managed to articulate, maw still opened. His tongue came to cover the little snack to better tease him with a slow rub. “The more you beg, the slower I go… Make it last…”
Schlirk began to swallow softly, only using his throat. He intended to make it last! And he intended to keep his maw wide open all along so he could her the sweet begging until the last sound of it. As the snack seemed to hesitate again, Schlirk gagged powerfully to engulf the legs. He didn’t need to close his maw to swallow a prey; he was a proud and skilled predator!
Instantly, the squeaky voice resumed its whining, that sounded like music to the ears of the big predator. To reward the nice melody, his gags became softer, taking his prey slowly.
“Aaaaahhh… GLRK! Keep going… GLARK! That’s so nice…GLK!”
Schlirk couldn’t actually hear what the little snack said over his excitement. He only needed it as a background sound to make it more delightful. His gags were the rhythm, the screams were the melody. And his moans were his song.
Time came for the great finale… A long, gag to suck his body into the fleshy embrace, the head of the snack resting on his tongue. He waited like this, to hear the last begging of his prey. And the back of his tongue squished it into his throat.
GLUK!
Best song ever! He only took one strong swallow to initiate the move, and let his head fall on the ground out of pleasure. His tongue hang out of his mid-opened maw, and his eyes focused on the little prey that was still frozen in fear.
“Oooooh… You look so cutely appetizing, you!” Schlirk moaned, giving a huge lick that covered the little snack from legs to head in warm saliva. “But it’s rude to eat the dessert too early…”
With satisfaction, Schlirk saw the little guy stop shaking instantly; he had reached a new level of terror. Good… Frozen dessert… It sounded so sweet!
Sure that the frightened prey wouldn’t move, Schlirk still put a paw on him while he rolled over to get on his back. His attention was fully focused on the last catch he held. He liked his lips in anticipation.
“Beg for me too, please…” Schlirk asked with a devious smile.
“Never, gniark! Hunter proud, gniark!”
Pride… So funny… Of all creature that pretended to be proud, none of them failed to show fear at the right time… It was even funnier when they tried to fake it until they disappeared… And they were the funniest to tease too…
“Awww pleaaaase?” Schlirk faked an innocent request. He stuck his tongue out and licked the head of the little snack.
“Never, gniark!”
Fear was so present in this one, yet he denied it. Silly little food! The big predator laughed as he stuck out his tongue again, but this time pressed his catch on his, belly against it. He started to drag it back, sucking softly as the prey’s head went through his lips.
“Never,gniark! Never, gniark!” The screams kept going, strong enough to be heard with the maw closed on the head.
With a chuckle, Schlirk brought back his tongue with what it held through his lips, and sloshed his new guest in his maw. So tasty… and probably his most convincing teasing. Using his tongue, he grabbed the little prey and made its head pop through his lips.
He was panting, not so proud anymore… Fear was filling the air. The big predator stayed like this, hearing the hard breath of his food. He hoped a little begging, but his catch was apparently out of energy and will. Couldn’t win every time!
He sucked it in, and mercilessly shoved the meal where it belonged: into his greedy throat. In a loud gulp, Schlirk forced the load deeper, adding some relief to his neck. It became hard to focus… Pleasure was overwhelming him. Without the taste to distract his mind, he was now invaded by a big thrill from the feeling of all his previous meal pawing at his lower belly, making the pleasure of the swallowing ridiculous in comparison.
Still, He deeply loved the sensation of the bulge progressing on his neck. His instincts told him to make it last, and he gladly obeyed to them. With a finger put just before his collarbone, he stopped the progression of the prey, blocking it at the base of his neck. The little struggles here felt so good! It was his little weakness, his tender spot. There, he felt it more intensely than in any other part of his throat. He could have stayed like this for hours…
But a little squeak disturbed his moment of heaven. The little frozen dessert was apparently warming up! It moved shyly, but still, this meant it was time to get to it.
Letting his bulge resume its descent, allowing the prey to join his fellows, Schlirk rolled to lean on the last captive, licking its head slowly.
“I haven’t forgotten you, little dessert…” Schlirk half moaned.
With his paws, he helped the little snack to stand up. Frozen again. Good. Now, he was so full that he had to fight his lack of hunger… It even hurt a little to have so crowded stomachs! All he could swallow now was only up to his feeding lust… And he wanted a calm prey now…
Slowly, the big predator opened his cavernous maw, and came enveloping the head of the prey that didn’t even dare to move. Good… Very good… An easy piece of meat that he could take his time to savor…
Sucking softly, he carefully released the grasp with his paw as the motionless body climbed through his lips in a wet slurp. He nicely welcomed it on his tongue, helping it slide toward the back of his maw. And finally, the tail disappeared like a spaghetti into the closed maw.
The big tongue came to caress the body all along the back, tasting it… covering it with a thin covered of sticky saliva. It was like preparing an event, the prey had to be able to slide smoothly… it had to be easy-going so the predator’s body would accept this last gift. And the little dessert was quite cooperative. Not a single shake to disturb the magic of the moment.
Then, Schlirk raised his maw to the sky, and started loosening his throat muscle. One slide… One delightful slide… He let his prey slip on his tongue, right to the opened throat… And moaned loudly as the body slid easily, smoothly, caressing his insides on its way… So wonderful! He tried to make it stop to his soft spot, but his pleasure made him unable to react in time.
The prey entered his stomach, and Schlirk moaned, half in pleasure and half in pain, when the prey joined the others. It was hard… so challenging… Four preys at once… It was a personal record for his first stomach…
Schlirk laid on the back, rubbing slowly his chest bulge, and the huge swollen belly between his legs. It had never been so full either… What a delight… Oooh… and what a heavy load too! It was like something broke in his mind… like a barrier separating the pain he felt, and the pleasure he felt being so full… the pleasure turned into an obsessive thought that made the pain disappear for good…
More… just a little… more…
But what could he eat? All the other snacks had gone… There was no other prey around… What a shame… What a sadness… His body begged for a little more, and there wasn’t! He needed to eat! Oh? What was this? Something was hung in a wooden thing… He could distinguish some movements… FOOD!
Yes, there still was more! He wanted it so bad, his brain couldn’t think of another goal than eating it! He tried to get on his legs, but his chest bulge was restraining his movements… Well, he would have to make some room at some point. And besides, a bit of cheering would encourage him in his noble goal.
He put four paws on his swollen chest, rubbing to find the best spots. Four preys… They would be a good challenge… but maybe was it wiser to send them down one by one… He targeted… and pushed!
Schliiirk!
A first prey was caught in the move, and was squished deeper. A long purr accompanied the little slide, but he didn’t stop there and pushed the second. Schlirk! A third push sent another down there. Schliiirk! The three preys followed each other, making him moan with each pop in his lower belly. It hurt… It hurt so goooood…
With his paws, he shook it a little, watching it with a veil of pleasure enveloping his mind. The little ‘glorps’ his belly made as it sloshed a tough army that fought hard in there… so delightful… so rewarding… While all his paws rubbed this glorious squirming load, one of them came to his chest to feel the last remaining bulge.
He rolled with difficult, struggling to get on his legs. It took him a lot of effort to make his belly fit between his legs, but finally, there he was, standing proudly, eyes focused on his new target. He liked his lips as he played with the familiar motionless shape on his chest.
“Would have kept you longer, little dessert, but I need to make some room…” Schlirk teased him one last time, starting to push with a finger. “And wish me luck…”
As the last little prey left his chest, Schlirk closed his eyes to better hear what he wanted to hear…
Schllllllliiiirk!
“Thanks, that will do…” Schlirk smirked, already walking with difficult toward the hanging cage, drooling and with a blinded stare of deep greed.

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