A Christmas story with the characters I worked on with Avezola. as a little surprise.

warning, lots of silliness in here, but I tried to remain loyal to their personalities. I just wanted something Christmasish for all the fan who seemed to enjoy the Consuming Desire series

Hope you enjoy your reading =3

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Astora was digging in the depths of her own mind, trying to find an idea. The problem was tougher than she thought in the first place! Big snowflakes were falling on the already white ground, and still, even such beauty didn’t inspire her. Who would have thought it was so hard…

…to make a glutton like Schlirk get the meaning of Christmas?

She was hanging out with the strange dragon for months now. And though she absolutely didn’t mind his inability to think with anything else but his stomach – a side that she actually was quite fond of, most of the time – she hoped she could share something different for once, something she cared about.

Her mother had taught her everything about this human tradition, long ago. To be honest, she had especially kept in memory the meal and gift part, even if sometimes, in romantic mood, she also remembered the kissing under the mistletoe. And today was one of these days, but explaining complex emotions to a mind like Schlirk’s was almost impossible.

She wondered if she’d find a way to spend a good Christmas Eve…

“Excuse me?” A voice called her, attracting her attention.

A few meters away, a dragon was walking weirdly in the snow. The first thing she noticed was his strange color pattern on his scales. He was all white, with red on his throat and underbelly. It was a bit unreal, dragons’ colors usually matched up a bit better than this. He also wore a strange thing, attached to his left hind leg. It was some kind of metallic tube… but it wasn’t worth of any interest to her.

“Yes? What can I do for you?” She asked.

“I don’t know how I came here… but I know I have to find another dragon who will tell me where I’m supposed to go… Can you help me with that?”

Weird way to introduce… There was definitely something off with this guy. But anyway, maybe she could actually help him? There wasn’t any bad in that…

“You… don’t know how you got here? Where do you come from, in the first place?”

“I… don’t know… I have no memories of before I was sent here.”

“But you know you’re supposed to find another dragon here?”

“Yes, the strange human told me that.”

“The… strange human?”

“Yes, a weird guy in red on a big sled, driven by some reindeers. He was there when I woke up, and he told me to find a big dragon supposed to live around here, who will be able to guide me…”

He had probably hit his head quite badly; his words made no sense at all… There wasn’t any human here… The closest human place was kilometers away… And anyway, what kind of human would help a dragon? Or even know where to send him? But then, something strange caught her attention in the dying day’s sky. It was like a red glow flying through, which made her think of a distant memory… A human in red in the Christmas tales. Could that be…?

“I think I know where to find this dragon, actually.” She said, a smile extending the corner of her maw. “Follow me.”

Maybe was it the inspiration she hoped for, a way to get the Eve she dreamt of. Maybe was it the way to satisfy this consuming desire. But whatever the origin of her lucky find, she had plans for tonight. Walking back to their cave, the strange dragon following her steps, she felt her heart beating faster. She hoped Schlirk was up to some fun…

“Wait here, I have to talk to him first. Private stuff, you know…”

“Of course! I’ll wait here, thanks for your help.” He replied naively. “I’ll do my best to help in return.”

He was kind of foolish; that was pretty good. And he had no idea how helpful he was about to be. Leaving him at the entrance, she walked deeper to find… him. Schlirk, the eight legged mighty predator, was enjoying his favorite habit: sleeping after a big meal.

The day before, when she came back to the cave, she had found him in the exact same position, with a round belly producing quite a load of screams and loud gurgles. She had no idea what he ate, and she actually didn’t really cared… All she knew was that she had spent the whole evening massaging this glorious load while the big glutton teased her about being the dessert. But despite all the licks and sweet words, it had ended up with Schlirk falling asleep, unconsciously cuddling her close to his belly, and sleep talking about a delicious dragoness for breakfast.

As she walked closer, she saw him frowning and heard him groaning a bit. He was always a little grumpy when he woke up to his flattened belly. And by the size of it, he was nearly done with his previous meal. Fortunately, she had a good surprise for him.

“Schlirk?” She called softly. “It’s time to wake up… It’s Christmas Eve. And we have a guest.”

He groaned a bit more but didn’t seemed to wake up. She drew her muzzle closer to his and nuzzled softly. That was when a huge lick surprised her and covered her face with warm saliva, the big glutton finally awakening.

“Astora… Your taste is always a good motivation to wake up, dearie.” He said, emerging slowly, one paw pressing on his lower belly to evaluate its emptiness, and another rubbing his chest.

“Never change…” She giggled to his predatory teasing. He might not be always fun, but she was always amused by this side of him. If not responding to the tease… “Remember I told you today was Christmas Eve?”

“Ah, yes…” He replied with a sigh. Things that didn’t involve eating were generally not his thing, that’s why she had insisted on the festive meal that came with Christmas, as a way to catch his interest. “I actually gave it a thought. I have something for you.”

“Really?” She reacted, quite taken aback. It didn’t sound like something he would do… “Where is it?”

“Where do you think?” He asked with a grin, rubbing his chest with more insistence.

His chest stomach! It was more like a fleshy storage room than an actual stomach, actually. This was where any food came through, and usually the place she stayed in when he was in mood for a delicious dragoness. It made sense! It wasn’t logic that the previous night had ended with her in his arms, instead of his chest. But there was a good reason behind it; he hid something from her! It might sound little, but it had to be a big effort of his to prefer making her a surprise instead of having her for diner.

She watched him with a tender smile as he pressed on his chest and coughed to give her this lovely present. A bulge soon appeared on his neck, climbing in rhythm with his cough, producing a sweet ‘schlorp’ on its way up. Schlirk’s body made such teasing sounds, so enticing… More than ever, she hoped her plan would go right. But for now, she was curious about his present.

With a big ‘GLARHHHGH!’, the big dragon spat something on the ground, soaked in saliva and other fluids. The thing struggled in its puddle, and tried to seize the opportunity to run away. But in spite of the appearances, Schlirk was actually pretty fast, and his paw tackled the little being and maintained it on the ground.

As she took a closer look, Astora recognized green scales, and a grumpy head silenced by vines covering its maw.

“A hunter?! You found one in this time of the year?!” She exclaimed, deeply surprised.

“I found it here yesterday… with several of his friends” he added, patting his now flat belly. “I remember this is the first thing I fed to you, so I thought you might like it. It was pretty convenient to find him already tied up, I didn’t want his screams to spoil the surprise.”

He talked about it like it represented nothing, but the young dragoness was quite moved by the attention. She jumped in his arms and gave him the same kind of licks he used to give her.

“Thank you so much Schlirk! This is so… not like you.”

“Oh, you’ll find out this is exactly like me.” He replied with the same lick, a grin on his face. What was he up to? “But first things first. This one isn’t going anywhere. You told me we have a guest?” he asked, licking his chops.

Of course, a ‘guest’ was a synonym to ‘meal’ to him. And of course, she intended it that way. She smiled and happily replied to him, a paw on his belly.

“I found your belly quite flat… I thought it would be a good gift. A dragon who’s lost and looking for… some place to go. I told him you could bring him answers. Was I wrong?”

“A dragon you say?” He said, suddenly quite interested. “My mouth already waters, you were totally right! I do have some place for him to go…”

He wasn’t kidding when he said his mouth watered! She could see drops of drool escaping his maw as he licked his lips. She loved seeing him in such a mood… An apex predator, seeing the world through his stomach, how could the young dragoness be not attracted to this? She smirked and told him to wait here, going to find the ‘guest’.

“He’s ready to welcome you, please come in!”

The fool dragon followed her with a smile, convinced he was about to receive some help… and not suspecting he was about to be the one helping! This was good, surprised preys squirmed the most! Schlirk had showed her that, and he was about to like this one.

“Welcome, my friend.” Schlirk welcomed the male, barely hiding the spark of hunger in his eyes. “Astora here told me you were looking for some place to go…”

“Well, yeah…” The dragon replied, visibly intimidated, eyeing on the hunter Schlirk maintained still on the ground. “She said to me you could help with that.”

“And she was right. Come closer, I’ll show you…” he said, licking his lips.

He could have been at least more subtle! Any creature, even naïve, would have run away in front of such obvious trap! She got ready to tackle the strange dragon at the first attempt to escape, but to her surprise, the guest was stupid enough to walk forward! Either he had hit his head stronger than she thought, or he was naturally gullible… Or maybe, like she was starting to think, he was their Christmas gift…

Loyal to his lack of subtlety, Schlirk chomped on the dragon’s head as soon as he was close enough, trapping it between his mighty jaws. Astora, shared between embarrassment and admiration for the efficiency of the move, immobilized him to prevent him from fighting back or worse, getting free.

Schlirk took a first swallow in haste, a bulge in the shape of a dragon head appearing on his throat while the neck of the victim was following in. What a mighty predator… The young dragoness felt her cheeks becoming warmer at this sight. And this was just the beginning!

Eager to help, she pushed on the dragon’s shoulders as Schlirk’s maw came to them, and forced his wings to fold to better enter the glutton’s gullet. It took some efforts, for the big prey wasn’t quite cooperative, but finally, the toughest part was handled with a mighty ‘GLUORP’. This time, the dragoness blushed deeply. She had purposely held the dragon and kept her paws on his shoulders all along so he could not be trouble for Schlirk to swallow, but also… to feel it.

The warmth and the softness of his throat flesh enveloped the dragon’s shoulders, and with them, her paws… A purr escaped her maw as she felt the sweet contact of his insides, she loved that so much! But yet, she removed them slowly, retrieving her saliva soaked forepaws. Every fun came in time, and it was too soon to follow this dragon inside… For now, she wanted to enjoy the teasing view of Schlirk sinking into pleasure. His moans of pleasure combined with the mighty ‘gulp’ he made were like a song to her ears… a teasing, teasing song…

When he started to engulf the rear of his meal, Schlirk rolled on his back, the top half of his body laying against the rocky wall of the cave while his meal kicked helplessly into the air. Surprisingly, even in his obvious bliss, he had the reflex to grab the hunter and keep it against his lower belly with a paw. He really intended to feed her this one, how sweet of him!

As the rear and a good length of the dragon’s legs slid in with a smooth ‘slorrrrp’, Schlirk’s chest began to get a bit more swollen. The prey was arriving to its destination! If she listened to her desires, she would have stopped everything to press her head against his chest, to better hear the dragon entering the fleshy chamber. But then, she would have missed the best part… So instead, she applied her paw on the growing bulge to feel it, while she stared excitedly at her big monster’s maw.

With a lazy movement of the tongue, Schlirk brought the hind paws into his maw, and shut the jaws on the tail, sucking it in slowly with a loud ‘shluuuurp’. He then raised his head, allowing her to see the relief of his mouthful on his lower jaw. He brought two paws on his throat, already massaging its content… and took a slow, long swallow.

“Ohhhh… The claws… feel so goooood… like a sweet scratch all the way… Mmmmh…” he moaned.

Carried away in his ecstasy, he grabbed her head with a paw, and pressed it against his chest. Astora knew enough of his weird habits to not fight back, and rather enjoy the whole situation. And she loved it! She could feel the dragon squirming inside as more of him entered the fleshy chamber. She smiled as she heard the huge ‘SCHLORP’ he made when the rest of his body was shoved inside, the bulge growing against her cheek. Inside, it was a real symphony of begging cries and wet sounds of the mighty stomach working on its load, even if this one was rather safe to be in.

When he took her paw with his, putting it on the top of the squirming bulge, she knew he felt the same… the need for real stuff. She began to press hard, a squishy noise rising from his depths. Tongue hanging with drool dripping from it, Schlirk relaxed and gave in into the pleasure while she pushed his meal from a stomach to another. He moaned in delight and slowly rubbed the paw that held the hunter on his flat belly… which began to grow not so flat anymore.

As his chest lost its load, his abdomen was receiving it, along with a new symphony of moans, purrs, and sloshy noises. Slorp… Blg… These sounds were driving her crazy, boiling on the inside. The dragon was sliding so smoothly into the belly of her big gluttonous monster… And a grin appeared on her face as she heard the desperate begging of the hunter. He didn’t have to fear Schlirk’s belly… for he was promised to hers.

‘Schllllliiiiiirk!’ The glorious sound of the predator’s name came to her ears.

The prey finally took its last slide, filling the roomier stomach quite nicely. His wriggles made draconic shaped lumps on the scales of the true and only predator of this cave. Astora was about to lean on that big belly to give it one of her massages, when a move surprised her.

The paw that held the hunter left his bulge, raising toward the predator’s head… and shoved the little meal into the mighty maw, several loud gulps managing to easily send it into the tight grip of his throat. Forgetting himself, Schlirk was swallowing the gift he originally intended to her… Though she loved seeing him acting predatory, she couldn’t help but feeling a big disappointment as the bulge traveled down, finally settling in his chest…

She sighed, and began to lean on it, ready to send it with the other dragon. In the end, this meal wouldn’t have been hers… he was right, this was more like him. Eating was more important than gifts for this glutton. But then, a paw stopped her.

“What… mmmh… are you doing?” he asked her.

“Well… the usual…” She replied, confused. And her answer was rewarded by a big wet lick that cover her face with warm saliva.

“Silly… Tasty dragoness… it’s your gift, not my meal…” he purred, enjoying at the same time the struggles of the dragon below.

“But why did you…?” Her question was interrupted by another lick, before he gently grabbed the tip of her muzzle with his jaws, forcing her to shut her maw.

“I just want to give it to you my way… mmmh… I understood the message…” he moaned, pointing at the ceiling with a claw. Glancing into the direction she saw something hung above them… mistletoe?! How did it get there? “And this way, we can have both what we two want…”

“What do you mean?” She managed to ask before he put another pressure on her muzzle. His tongue slid slowly on her scaly face, teasing her… almost like he was tasting her. That only though made her blush deeply.

“You told me… Aahhh…” He blew, his warm and humid breath enveloping her face. “…that this Christmas thing came with traditional meal… mmmh… Stuffed turkey, that is?”

“Indeed…” She answered, half of her mind carried away, while the other half was trying to get his point.

“That’d be just an appetizer to me… mmh... I’d like my own traditional meal…” He moaned, his eyes suddenly sparkling with this predatory look. “Stuffed dragoness…”

Her eyes widened as she heard these words. So that was what he was up to?! Feeding her… so she would become his meal?! She lacked words to describe how excited and admiring she was of such a predatory mindset! Anything, including such romantic moment, could turn into a feast to him!

Leaning his head on the side, he brought his jaws on the sides of her maw, his tongue massaging her cheek. She finally had her kiss under the mistletoe… even if it felt more like he was devouring her face already! But she kind of liked that way of kissing, she thought with an inner giggle. The tip of his powerful muscle spread her lips, and came into her maw to lick her tongue. Even his kisses were ravenous… what a tease…

She felt him gag, and his paw took hers to his chest, where she could feel the hunter leaving the room… Slowly, their paws followed the track up his throat while their tongues were battling between her jaws, his having a bit of an advantage, of course… But then, his muscle calmed down, suddenly becoming softer… And she understood he was just preparing her, when a squirming head entered her maw.

It might have seemed rude, but she knew him enough to realize how giving his food to her represented a big gesture from the mighty predator. As the prey slid closer to the back of her maw, his tongue came to ‘help’, stretching her entrance a bit to prepare her gullet to this big piece. It hurt a bit, but it hurt so good… Especially when the head of the prey entered her throat…

As his tongue pushed the body of the hunter, she took deep swallows to take her gift. Slowly the soon to be meal sank into her throat, giving her chills of pleasure. She felt his paw caressing her growing neck bulge; she was so proud to show him she could be a good predator too. He kept pushing with his tongue until the rear end of the hunter fitted in her maw. Then, he removed his head, looking at her with great interest. He didn’t only love to eat, he also liked to watch her indulging this pleasure too…

His big paw came on the squirming neck bulge, gently pressing as she took a long swallow. She purred and closed her eyes, enjoying the soft pressure of the big paw on her throat, and the prey that sank into it.

Before she knew him, she used to either chew on large meal, or swallow smaller ones. He was the one who taught her that nothing was comparable to the feeling of a large living meal sliding in her throat… the desperate kicks… the wriggles… and the delightful slide into her depths… During such moments, she quite understood the eating passion of her big monster. She was trembling when the prey reached her collarbone, entering her chest with difficult.

As pleasure invaded her body, it became harder to swallow and force her meal down. Fortunately, she could count on her partner to help her. Gently yet determined, his push slowly shoved the prey into her chest. And in a big moan, she fell backward, head landing on his squirming belly while her own meal entered her stomach. She remained still for a moment, breathing short, drown in bliss as her prey moved in her belly.

Stroking her swollen belly scales, she was feeling like her whole body was melting in pleasure. And his big belly full of a struggling guest felt like a massaging pillow.

“You look really appetizing like this.” Schlirk purred, watching her with hungry eyes. She could even see drool dripping on his chest.

She smiled. This was a way for him to say he found her adorable, in his predatory language. She loved when he looked at her like this… She loved when he devoured her with his eyes… before devouring her with his big powerful maw.

“Well what are you waiting for, big guy?” She teased him, rubbing her moving belly. “Your Christmas dinner is served…”

By the way he was looking at her, she almost expected him to grab her and shove her ravenously into his maw. But surprisingly, he just leaned… catching her tail with his tongue, and starting to suck it in in a soft slurp. She moaned as she felt it… the warmth of his maw… his saliva covering her scales… and the big soft tongue taking the shape of a ‘U’ to guide her tail toward its promised land…

Bring her hind paws together, he easily fitted them between his open jaws. His maw was such a good cradle… but she was expecting for the best to come. With a big ‘glurk’, he finally gave it to her. His throat… so soft, and so powerful at the same time… Fleshy muscles were grabbing her paws and leading them downward, into the soft embrace of his insides…

She remained still, perfectly still. Though he might have liked it, she didn’t have the slightest desire to resist. Her mighty glutton was devouring her, and all she wanted to do was watching him swallow her legs, blushing a bit more every time his throat undulated to claim more of her delicious body. The lovely sounds of his wet gulps were just as wonderful as the feeling of sinking into the soft embrace of his warm gullet.

Her heart beat faster and she breathed deeply in enjoyment when she felt her rump entering his maw. But when his muzzle came in contact with her squirming belly, he paused, watching her with this hungry stare. Smiling in amusement, she stroked his lower jaw with a paw.

“Aw… Is that too big for you, big boy?” She teased him.

He blew a shot of warm air, covering her scales with the humidity of his breath. And his eyes were wide, like he couldn’t imagine that someone could doubt his capacities. Despite his hesitation, his look clearly meant that she shouldn’t play with fire… but she was a dragoness, fire never scared her…

“Too bad… In this case, I guess you can’t have… this…” She said with a smirk, rubbing her belly just in front of his nose.

She could feel it boil in him… First, vibrations tickled her legs as a deep growl came out… Then, his jaws started to work ravenously on her belly, taking it in with amazing precision despite the excitement, not scratching her scales a single time. She couldn’t help but purr in delight. Such passion… Such talent… She was being devoured by the strongest predator she ever met!

His throat showed the same greediness, sucking on her belly with each swallow he took. With any other predator, she would have assumed her bulge would never get passed the entrance… but with Schlirk, she didn’t doubt it for a second… And with a last, might swallow that produced a loud ‘SCHLORK’, her belly disappeared into the stretchy gullet to create a larger bulge on his throat. Her chest was dragged in as well, but he stopped just as her head was about to enter the mighty maw.

While he panted in excitement, preparing for the last mouthful, she managed to put a kiss on his muzzle. A big smile extending the corners of her maw, she simply couldn’t get over the fact that she was only one gulp away from being sent into his depths.

“Merry Christmas, Schlirk…” She spoke softly.

As a response, his big tongue came covering the back of her head in a lazy ‘slop’, and forced it into his maw. Not wasting any second, the powerful glutton raised his head and swallowed once last time.

She moaned loudly as she slowly traveled down his throat, her size representing no problem for a ravenous predator like him. The flesh squeezing her body… the feeling of his paw pressing from inside, eager to send her deeper where she belonged… It was simply magical for the young dragoness… as magical as this night itself.

She felt her rear entering a slightly roomier space, though the flesh rapidly enveloped her body, welcoming her. His stomach was curiously small when it was empty, but it stretched easily to be able to handle her whole body. And soon, the delighted dragoness felt something closing after her muzzle, trapping her into the heavenly chamber that gurgled loud when it finally got all of her, like a victory scream. And speaking of victory scream, Schlirk wasn’t long to make his own:

“UUAAaaaarps! Mmh… Delicious…” He commented, patting her from outside. “With traditions like that, I no longer wonder why you are so attached to this Christmas thing.”

She giggled with each pat he gave her, more than happy to be his own traditional Christmas meal. It might have looked like this was just an excuse to eat the young dragoness, but this time, Astora felt like they were actually sharing something. Both of them together, feeling good, and with a nice meal filling their stomach. Or rather their stomachs, in Schlirk’s case. Rubbing her belly in appreciation of the gift he had given to her, she relaxed, enjoying the sweet squeezes of his flesh. For a storage stomach, it was rather eager to work on its occupant, to her greatest pleasure.

As he started to rub over her shape, something hard was pressed against her back. Diving a paw to find out what it was, she grasped on something cylindrical. It was the metallic tube attached to the hind leg of the last occupant! It had probably got detached when the dragon had slid into Schlirk’s belly. She managed to open it, and a sort of scroll fell out. Curious, she read it:
Dear Astora and Schlirk, merry Christmas. I hope this gift will bring you joy tonight. And I hope you liked the mistletoe, it cost me five elves!

She giggled. It explained the belly load she found Schlirk with the previous day. The merciless monster wouldn’t even show sympathy for helpful creatures! But this was part of his charms… Applying a paw on his flesh, rubbing gently, she smiled thinking this night couldn’t possibly be more magical to her.

“Merry Christmas Schlirk…” She said with a pleased sigh.

“Merry Christmas, little snack.” He replied with a moan.

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