This was part of a collaboration I did with Riraito, https://aryion.com/g4/user/Riraito using their world of bones setting, while they did the picture. Fair warning, it's absolutely not for everyone, and some extremely hard vore awaits below...

Oh, and my usual stuff will be coming out later, don't worry







Aita was rather fat, when compared to most people in her village. Of course, this just meant that her ribs didn’t stick out from her chest, and her boobs had developed to a melon size, but to her people, she might as well have been a balloon. Curvy, might be a better word. Her hair was long, dark, and shined with health. Her skin had turned a light brown from hours spent sunbathing, and precious gems and metals adorned her body. She had gotten this way not because she was rich, but because she was destined by birth to fulfill a great destiny. Aita would be sacrificed to save her village.

The teenager had been given every luxury that could possibly be given to her, except a husband, of course. She was bound to a different fate. 300 years ago, a dragon had taken roost in a mountain near her village. At first it threatened to destroy the whole place, until the ancient chief made a bargain. Every month, 10 girls, who had been fattened up and waited upon their whole lives so as to keep their meat tender, would be offered to the dragon as a sacrifice. In exchange, the dragon would leave the village alone for a month.

And so it was that Aita was stripped of everything but her jewelry, bound by silken ropes and escorted up the rocky path that lead to a sacrificial altar far from the village proper. 11 girls walked with her. 9 were bound in the same fashion, with 2 heavily tattooed armed slaves, to ensure none would try to shirk their duty.

“It’s a bit chilly up here huh?” Aita jumped at the sudden voice. They had been walking in silence for nearly an hour now, but a red haired girl with pigtails was now speaking. She looked around at the others with an awkward grin. Aita smiled back, but she was alone in that. The other girls walked with their mouths tight and their eyes down. The redhead's name was Eanis. They chatted as they climbed the worn stone steps. It was a pleasant distraction. For a while Aita nearly forgot about what awaited on the end of the stairs.

A trance that was broken somewhat by their arrival.

The sacrificial altar was a circular stone platform about 50 feet in diameter, and was surrounded by massive statues that gazed down on the would be dragon food. They were statues of heroes, whose skulls had been dipped in silver and placed at the statue base. There could be no higher honor. On the left stood Marin the Strong. She became famous for beating a Firesnake to death with her bare fists to defend her husband and his other wives. She was honor killed the next day. Then there was Aliss the Brave, who cut open the flesh of a Swampsac to save the chiefs husband. The grateful giant of a man immediately took her as a cherished member of his harem. Then there was Biana the Hardy, the only known woman to have survived fucking a dragon. Granted, she didn’t live for long after that, but everyone was so impressed that she was still breathing that her heroic legacy was all but assured. Finally was Chiama the Golden. Her skull had been dipped in gold, logically enough. She had done something no woman ever had or ever would again. She had 7 sons.

Looking up at these heroes filled Aita with a sense of courage and duty, “I can do this” she thought to herself. “They all faced their fates with honor, and one was even sacrificed on this very rock! I can definitely do this.”

The slaves led the party to the far side of the platform, near the statue of Chiama the Golden. The altar was empty. Aita looked to their slave escorts for guidance, but they just stood there, an unblinking thousand yard stare in their eyes.

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The bound girls stood shivering on the altar. Aita had expected the dragon to be here by now…

Soon, minutes turned into hours, and the sacrifice was beginning to wonder if maybe they got the day wrong, when a shadow passed over them.

The dragon was, put delicately, fucking enormous. It was easily the size of a house, possibly the chief’s villa. There was no wonder the altar was so large, anything else would risk destroying the statues.

The beast landed between the sacrifices and the stairs to the village, and began walking towards them.

Aita noticed three things as the dragon drew close.

First, the smell. It was like someone had thrown her into the communal latrine the night every single person in the village got food poisoning at the exact same time, and then lit the latrine on fire. Just standing next to the thing made her eyes sting and her face burn.

Second, was the heat. It reminded her of the bonfire they had on her father's 9th marriage. He had generously donated a couple of his snuff-slaves to be burned alive for the entertainment of the guests. She very much felt like she was one of those slaves, just standing next to the thing.

Third, was its weapons. Every single thing about it seemed to be designed to be as threatening as possible. Its skin was thick with a natural armor, its claws were longer than her arm, its tail had a rather terrifyingly large spike on the end, serrated like a dagger, and then there was it’s teeth.. Each one was the length of her arm and razorsharp. A powerful acidic substance dripped from the gaps between its fangs.

The Dragon stood above the party, lowering its snout to take in their scent. Before coming, they had all been given some perfume that smelled of flowers and fruit. Aita shivered with fear as the beasts rancid, burning breath passed over her face. Her eyes burned in their sockets and she felt the incredible desire to cough, but she didn’t want to startle the dragon.

Surprisingly, the Dragon stepped backwards and sat down. It tapped its claw on the ground once, and the slaves sprung into action. They pointed their spears at the back of of a blond haired girl at the front of the party. Their instructions were pretty clear, so she stepped forward towards the beast.

The Dragon carefully extended a claw forwards the girl, and cut her binds. She whimpered in fear as she waited for the inevitable. Suddenly, the Dragon raised it’s head and roared. A bright neon fluid sprayed from it’s mouth, coating the sacrifice.

The girl screamed as the fluid exploded into flame. She fell to the ground and struggled, desperate to get the burning substance off her. The Dragon suddenly shot it’s mouth forward, snapping the burning girl up and flinging her into the air. She wailed in agony as she fell back to earth, Then, the Dragon caught her in midair and swallowed her whole, cutting off her tortured cry.

The other sacrifices stood there completely paralyzed. That was… horrifying… They watched in a mix of terror and disgust as he licked the last of her remains from his snout.

They squeaked in fear as he turned towards them and tapped his claw. This time a girl with brown hair was shoved forward. She looked back with a pleading look, but turned towards the Dragon.

Thus, the Dragon began to chomp through the party of sacrifices. He impaled the brown haired girl on his tail, before roasting her like a marshmallow. He tore the arms and legs off another and cauterized the wounds, he seemed to enjoy watching her lamely try to move before snapping her up too. He ate one girl slowly over the course of an hour, carefully biting off a foot here and an arm there… memorably, he used his tail to saw one girl in half. Starting from her feet, he sawed upwards, before her front half fell forward. This seemed to amuse him, so he took the next girls face off and let her scream and cry before finishing her. As he moved on to girl number seven, Aita noticed something moving near his crotch. Looking carefully at it, she saw something one could tentatively define as a sex organ, but would probably be more fittingly called an “Instrument of torture”

When she was younger, she and her friends would often follow the men of her village around to sneak glances at their members, but this was nothing like the flacid sausages she would masturbate to at home. This thing was a fucking tree. It was 4 feet long, easily. It looked vaguely, humanoid, save for a series of spikes adorning the head. Its base was swollen to the size of a cart wheel, and its tip constantly leaked a viscous, yellowish green fluid. He impaled the seventh girl on this, fucking her like a human condom. He seemed to be close when her head fell off. Snapping in irritation, he pulled out and came on the eighth girl. Immediately, she began to scream as she was set alight, the dragons cum seemed to be as flammable as it was acidic, and the poor girl was a dessicated skeleton in seconds. The Dragon simply licked up her remains and sent the seventh’s corpse in after her.

It was with absolute terror that Aita realized there were only two sacrifices left. Her, and Eanis. The Dragon tapped his claws, and the slaves pushed Aita forwards. She took a few steps forward. Every molecule in her body was screaming something different. “This is your destiny! Embrace your honorable death to save your village!” “No! Stay very still and maybe it won’t notice you!” “Don’t be absurd! Run away as fast as you can!” “It’s too fast! If you’re lucky, you might be able to fight it off!” She stood there, silently sobbing as it raised its claw and severed her bonds. In a single fluid motion, it flipped Aita over onto her stomach and rested another claw on top of her

“Oh gods no… no no no please gods no… She struggled uselessly against its power, but only succeeded in inadvertently lining up their sex organs. With a snarl, the dragon thrust in to the base.

There are no words in the english language to describe the pain she felt. She was bleeding, not because she was a virgin, but because the dragons cock had gone through her pussy, through her womb,, through her intestines, shattered her pelvis and was currently throat fucking her from the wrong direction. The knot had effectively turned her pussy, pee hole, and anus into a cloaca. The viscous fluid the dragons member leaked was weak precum, but dragon semen doesn’t like to be anywhere but inside a female dragons womb. It ate away at her already wrecked body. It is thus, frankly stunning that Aita was still alive. Her spine was forming shapes it definitely shouldn't, her pelvis had been reduced to powder, and her ribs were on their way too. Still, she stubbornly clung to life.

Still, his mate… er… masturbatory toy’s suffering did nothing to discourage the dragon, and he kept thrusting, literally tearing the teenager a new one.

She was lifted off the ground, more a condom than anything now. Her tear filled eyes saw the visage of Biana, and deep inside the hurricane of suffering that filled her mind, a tiny spark of determination burned. She would not die just yet, and so she let out a defiant scream! That materialized as bleeding vomit… Still, pretty impressive for someone who may as well be a contraceptive.


Finally, the dragon lifted his head to the heaven and roared a burst of flaming slurry as he pumped what was left of Aita full of his acidic seed.

The girl, by all rights, should’ve been dead a long time ago. She was on fire, dissolving, and barely resembled a human being anymore, but her body stubbornly clung to life. The fire of humanity burned in her eyes, albit dulled slightly by the crying and the blood. The fire of humanity to survive in a world so hostile that they must cheer every time they wake up to find their village still intact. The fire of humanity to raise children, knowing they too will die horrible deaths. The fire of humanity to live in a world that has made it perfectly clear it expected them to go extinct thousands of years ago. They may not have claws, sharp teeth, wings, or tentacles. But humanity has drive. They will not be defeated. They will not walk quietly into the night, they will leave this world the same way they came in. Kicking and screaming.

The Dragon came down from his orgasm and looked at his victim. She was dangling from his cock, a mess of blood, bone, flesh, and cum. Still, he felt her stirring, which greatly surprised him. He had always killed his prey by now, it had only happened once before that they clung to life. He glanced at Biana’s statue now, her skull adorned with sterling silver. She had been quite tasty.

And with that thought, he lowered his neck and licked his ruined sacrifice. She gargled incoherently as what was left of her body was sucked upwards into the Dragon's throat.

Once the girl was swallowed, he looked upwards, grinning evilly at Eanis...

Later

The villagers sighed in relief as they watched his silhouette disappear into the mountains again. The sacrifices had clearly pleased him. And they were safe for another month. Well, safe is a relative term in the world of bones…



Later Still


Aita was on fire. Honestly, she didn’t really have the capacity to care at this point. Her brain was so heavily cooked that she barely counted as alive. And she wouldn’t be for long. The mound of viscera that was once a living, thinking human was slumped against the wall of the dragons stomach, mixing with the dissolving remains that were once her fellow sacrifices. A couple of them still clung to life, crying weakly for their mothers… It was an unholy mess of gore and suffering inside that cursed organ. Suddenly, the completely intact body of Eanis fell down into the soupy horror. She screamed, desperate to get out of the pool of death. As she struggled, she inadvertently kicked in Aitas skull, allowing the acids to flood into her brain, and granting the teen a semblance of peace...


A lot later

Aita’s remains sluiced through the Dragons intestines. Only a few tiny fragments of bone had escaped the stomach undigested, and the behemoths body stripped every bit of nutriment from it’s meal as it possibly could. Still, for Aita the pain was over, and all that was left of her duty was to diligently digest…

The next morning

The people of the human village of Zarful went about their morning chores. Aita’s father sat in the seats of the execution arena with his harem and children, watching the “trial” of a suspected lesbian. Suddenly, a shadow descended over the Arena. The villagers looked up with confusion, and then fear. The Dragon descended from above, landing in the center of the arena, his tail only a few inches above the head of the accused. The villagers sat in fear… There were only two reasons the dragon would return the day after a sacrifice. If he was here to voice his dissatisfaction with the offerings, everyone in the Arena was fucked. Alternatively…

The Dragon lowered his tail end until it was hovering inches above the lesbian’s head. He grunted, and it stretched open. A large, solid lump of scat began to work it’s way free. The lesbian screamed while the village cheered. The turd fell loose and landed on her. Instantly her skin began to burn and her screams became louder and more desperate. “PLEASE GODS NO! NOT LIKE THIS!” The burning slurry of waste tore the skin from her muscles, and the muscles from her bones. Scat flooded her trachea, burning her lungs, causing her to gargle and cough in torment.

But the Dragon simply relieved himself, a small pile of his sacrifices’ remains forming around the accused, rapidly melting woman. She fell forward onto the pile, and another shit landed on top of her. Her body was flaming, she struggled, which only served to spread it further. Meanwhile the audience laughed at her pain, as well as relief that the Dragon was not here for them. The final piece of Aita fell from the dragons behind, and was quickly followed by the remains of Eanis. The lesbian had been reduced to a skeleton at this point, and her bones were rapidly deteriorating too. A stream of urine sprayed from the tip of the dragons member, splattering against the ground.

Turning around the Dragon hooked one of it’s claws underneath Aitas skull, and flung it towards the table of a group of people that smelled exactly like his beloved meal...

Her father fell backwards out of his chair in his haste to avoid being splattered with dragon shit, and his prime wife quickly doused it with ale to clean it.

Finally, the Dragon flapped its wings and took off into the sky.

Her father grabbed her skull and paraded around the Arena (careful not to tread in any molten shit). “Praise my daughter, Aita! Chosen by the Dragon!” he roared, and the crowd went cheered and drank to her name. To be selected by a Dragon like so was extremely rare, to be recognized not just as a snack, but a worthy meal. Aita’s skull was partially destroyed, a hole on the side that had allowed the acids to flood in and end her suffering. The molten remains of her silver necklace had coated it, and soon the village would erect a statue in her honor and immortalize her as a hero, while the other girls would be unceremoniously shoveled into the village Latrine. Her silver skull would’ve beamed with pride, if it could...

For that is Pride in the world of bones. It is never a question of If, but a question of how and when you will meet your painful end… All you can ever hope is that you make it a good one...

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