The gentle warm blowing of the dragon's breath into the crow's ear was seductive, and the big invasive lick up his chest and neck while his back was held effortlessly with that enormous paw was downright provocative. Bringing the bird on the ground under his massive chest and between his heavy paws was all that was needed for the bird to be putty between his fingers - only exacerbated when the night fury wrapped his wings around his crow, pressing him tightly against the soft underbelly and grabbing his entire head with his paw and blinding him, only the beak sticking out and releasing small cooing sighs, excited to be in his master's warm enveloping grip.
Slowly, the large scaly paw released Bantam's face, now more thick fluid than scale and muscle, and layed softly under the bird's head like a pillow - only for the dragon's thumb to press into his beak and unstoppably down his throat, melting into slow lukewarm stream of dark-blue goo, gently forcing its way down his throat and toward his lungs despite the bird not inhaling at all, the other heavy paw laying relaxed on the crow's chest, yielding softly to his frantic grabbing, providing no purchase and nothing to struggle against.
Bantam's world started turning blue in his eyes, a strong sense of vertigo taking hold of his mind, his limbs growing uncoordinated. His addled mind failed to notice when his arms stopped resisting the dragon's grasp, or when he was picked up like a ragdoll and his back pressed into his master's wide chest, readily giving way to him and enveloping his body hungrily, sinking him inward, the blue goo crawling over his chest and through his feathers, claiming his head and pouring freely into his ears and down his beak and nostrils again, filling him with a strangely pleasant weight that seemed to seep into his skin and through his body, even flooding in and out his lungs rhythmically.
Baera took his bird's feet talons into his large fingers and pressed through them lazily as Bantam kept sinking into him, the possessive ooze of his body washing over the bird's mind and supporting him weightlessly within the dragon's body.
The instinctively grabbing talons of the crow softly grew relaxed as his mind succumbed finally to his master's will, surrendering his body to hang freely and his mind to be invaded and shaped however the goo dragon wanted it to.


You could call Baera "soft on the inside", but really, he is more viscously liquid than anything - I think the goo is breathable, but either way Bantam will not be leaving his master for a long while now.

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