A town has been the victim of a ravenous creature of the night. No one has been able to discover what it was, and the countless missing victims were not enough to turn away the successful elven bounty hunter, Theodelle. As he descends into the mine where the creature is supposedly living, he is met with a challenge to test his skills, or forever lose his reputation!

This was a fun concept I came up with a while ago, and I've finally been able to get it out of my head. Feral dragons are wonderful predators, and nobody can resist their fat thighs~

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The bounty hunter stood at the entrance of the mine. Cool air from within breathed over him as he rifled through his sack in search of the posting. He heard the paper crinkle, quickly tugging it free from the mess and unraveling it to look over the job once more before light became a limited resource. The paper was worn and tattered at the edges, reading Nightwatch Notice: A monster of the night is stalking the outskirts of Myrefall. Citizens who wandered the night are now missing. Clawed prints are scattered at the sight. Be alert, and report any sightings. Stay clear of the abandoned mines north of town.
Myrefall’s guard doesn’t have the manpower to search for a creature of this size, at least, according to the elven hunter. Judging by the prints he followed out into the woods, the beast was enormous, possibly reptilian, considering the shape of the prints. Lizardfolk have been known to hunt civilized society, and the swamps weren’t far off. Theodelle wasn’t worried, the elf confident enough in his profession to swiftly navigate his way to the creature’s supposed lair. He hasn’t been accosted yet, and it was only a matter of hours before the creature’s predicted hunting hours were to begin. He hoped the thing would still be asleep by the time he had arrived.
Theodelle stuffed the paper into his bag again, mentally checking over the equipment he had brought to the scene. The bow on his back, a quiver with arrows, two daggers on the sides of his legs, a net, some rope, and another bag for the creature’s head. It was all he brought, knowing the lighter he travelled, the better off he’d be. Zipping up his pack and slipping the black mask over his nose and mouth, the lithe elf was ready to delve into the darkness. The leather strap was slipped over his shoulder, and his sandaled feet stepped into the cool, cavernous air.
He wasn’t the first to go in search of this threat. Groups of guards sent out weeks before, never returning. Other adventurers as well promised protection for the town and the disappearances kept happening. As he descended down into the cave, he could see some of their ripped uniforms scattered around the dirt and rock. One would think after all of that, searching for this creature was in vain, and will cost a man his life. For Theo, these warnings were snuffed away by his own arrogance. Behind the black mask was a cocky smirk, his mind already dreaming about all the luxuries he’d have access to once the town was saved. The mayor would pay him handsomely, every man and woman would see his chiseled face and want to thank him with gifts as small as a drink and as generous as an evening alone.
He was full of himself, but he wasn’t incompetent. After all, he’s done this in many towns throughout his career. The elf spent months travelling up the shores to the west, cleaning out the thieves running rampant in the streets, the bandits haunting the roads, and even the monsters in the shadows, earning the right to arouse himself when he looked in the mirror. He already had a few bartenders in mind that he was going to pursue later tonight once he was finished with this messy bounty.
The setting sun gradually disappeared behind him as he dipped down into the depths. Every so often he passed old torches bolted into the cavern walls, the wood smelling slightly of mold. He watched his steps, the elf graceful in his gait to stop any excessive noise or clatter. He was hunting, and he wouldn’t want his target to flee in fear, even if it was a hulking beast.
Minutes passed as the decline of the mine’s floor continued to grow, the pathway dipping down into the earth. He observed his surroundings, noticing a few clues that showed he was in the right place. The dirt and stone beneath him was scraped and freshly stirred, as if something heavy had dragged across it. The rocks on either side of him had small jagged divots, as if powerful claws were digging into them, similar to ones at the scenes in town. Theo knew he was heading in the right direction. All those people will be saved, he thought to himself, And my oh my will the love be laid down on me.
Daydreaming about who’d he would earn ended up costing the elf. He didn’t notice as the cavern floor dropped beneath him, some loose rock meeting his foot as the slow decline turned into a dirty slide. The elf desperately tried to pull his dagger from his sheath to jam it into the underground cliffside as he fell deep into the depths. He bounced off what looked like a glorious crimson scale that was lodged into the cliffside, tearing his tunic and armor down the front. He barely got a glimpse of it before he was spinning down, smacking into the ground with a loud and hard thud.
He skidded to a halt, small rocks following in his ‘gait’ as Theo could almost see a light up ahead mixed with the freshly stirred dust in the air. Light means life, at least he hoped. He groggily stood up, gathering himself and hoping whatever was down here didn’t hear the unexpected fall, pretending in his mind that it was more graceful than most others would be when falling a few stories down. He looked to the fresh gash on his chest, ignoring the small specks of blood pushing from the deep scrapes in his skin. The elf wiped the stains from his leather, scoffing at his tumble and continuing towards the entrance before him.
As he breached the light at the end of the tunnel, the room vastly opened up, his eyes drifting around for a moment as he took in the impressive sight before him. The rocks along the ceiling seemed to be smoothed out and charred, as if they were sculpted into a dome. His gaze fell to the walls which were similar besides the piles of armor and bags, the bounty hunter assuming these must be some of the beast’s victims, at least what was left of them. Bleached skeletons were falling over each other, mixed in with their clothing, all strangely separated into small groups.
Then he heard it. The loud, rumbling exhale of an enormous dragon curled into a ball at the center of the room, still some distance away. He was quick to pull his knives free as he stepped closer, watching the beast’s belly lift and fall with each lazy breath it took, knowing that it must nearly be done with its slumber. If he was going to finish this before it woke, he must act quickly.
Just like the scale he saw before, hard crimson plates lined the creature’s upper half, a natural armor stronger than the steels used by many of the most experienced blacksmiths. Parts of the reptile’s protection was pristine, shimmering in the fiery lit room as the body adjusted with every hefty snore, other sections scraped and punctured, the scars of previous adventurers forever worn by the beast. The dragon had the last laugh, every volunteer forced to watch him slumber for eternity from the side of the cavern. He thought to himself how much he could make just selling a single scale, let alone the entire carapace.
His eyes drifted down, the dragon’s bulbous belly a softer shade of tannish skin. It looked much smoother than scales, much easier to pierce. It didn’t only cover the dragon’s fleshy tank, but it ran up his neck and down the bottom of his tail as well. His eyes narrowed as he knew he wanted to drive his dagger through the beast’s neck, even though it was safely curled inside of the powerful tail that was lazily slithering around the entire form like a guardian serpent.
This was his moment, Theo knowing he was on limited time. He looked to the bow strapped to his chest, reading the setting around him to assess his most lethal option. He knew his bow was handcrafted from his homeland, wood elven weaponsmithing the finest in the world. It had delivered plenty of powerful kills in the past, but with how little he could see the bare of the dragon’s flesh, he hesitated. Theo found himself afraid to approach the target, especially one of this size. He hadn’t expected a fully grown wyvern. The elf was scared, and as he realized it, he knew it was time to act. The daggers were sheathed, the bow was drawn and an arrow was knocked. With a careful lineup, it loosed.
The fine point whizzed through the air, Theo biting his lip as he prayed for the beast to fall with ease. The tip wetly thudded into the dragon’s neck, and the large, topaz eyes snapped open, a horrifying roar echoing through the caverns, shaking him to his core. The creature stood from its slumber, thick haunches wobbling at the back of his stance. Its enormous visage turned towards the elf, flickers of flame pouring through its jagged razor teeth. A bassy voice vibrated inside of the elf’s mind, A rude awakening, I must say. What a handsome little treat, you are...
Theodelle pulls another arrow and knocks it as the beast started to pace around the cavern skulking and analyzing the ‘brave’ elf. He mirrored the wyvern’s steps, the two encircling the cavern slowly as he worried about the beast’s access to his own mind. He started to sweat, the voice booming again, Yes. Every thought. Every doubt. Every urge. My, you have a lot of urges. A shame you won’t make it back to the town tonight.
“Shut your trap, lizard. I’ll be back in that town with your head.” Theodelle spat venom in his words, another arrow loosing from his bow, the dragon dexterously bending his long neck to let it thunk into the wall.
I am better than you, elf. In every way. All those thoughts of yours will die off. All of my urges will be satisfied right here, thanks to you. The dragon reeled its head back, the light burning in its maw growing as a pillar of flame fired towards the elf, the liquidy heat splashing into the charred walls as the bounty hunter skidded to the side, shooting a third arrow that thudded into the back of the creature’s belly. He hated to hear anybody telling him was second in line, even if it was an impressive dragon.
The beast charged forward, its enormous paws galloping roughly into the stone, sharp talons scraping the floor as it lunged forward with its ravenous maw. Theo had to react swiftly, ducking dramatically, the dragon’s jaws snapping loudly and close to his face. The wyvern missed, but Theo barely noticed as the powerful bite had crushed his bow, snapping the string and collapsing the wooden frame.
His hands pushed against the dragon’s neck, sliding backward as he drew his daggers. Theo let his quiver drop to the ground, frustrated his prized bow was destroyed. He gritted his teeth, “Foul vermin, I’ll pay for a new bow with your scales.” His daggers swung in an arc underneath, slicing into the dragon’s neck, eliciting a bellow of pain. The creature reeled back as Theo flicked the blood from his blades. The two were again at a standstill, staring each other down.
Go ahead, little elf. Charge. Strike your final blow and save the town. If you think you can... Theo was enraged, staring at the flying lizard that taunted him. The dragon’s wings flapped, gusts of wind fluttering passed the bounty hunter as he readjusted his grip on the daggers. He became reckless, the elf livid at the dragon testing his strength and wit. His feet started to pace forward, speeding to a jog and then a sprint. The dragon braced for the elf, flames rippling from its lips once again. The beast’s mouth gaped, fire bursting from within to cook Theo alive but he wasn’t there. He had leapt into the air, arms reeled back behind his head, preparing to thrust his daggers through the dragon’s skull. A cry for blood called from the elf’s mouth, but it was quickly silenced. The dragon spun, its tail connecting with Theodelle’s chest, sending him into the wall with a loud crack. He slid down, his vision going black.
Theo had no idea how long he was out, but the lumbering steps of the heavy reptile had woken him. His eyes slowly fluttered open as the dragon teased his mind once again, A shame you have fallen, elf. I can help you though. You wanted something like this, yes? You’ve been thinking about one since you’ve arrived. He hadn’t a clue what the dragon meant until his vision was fully returned, the wyvern’s backside facing him.
The thick trunk of a tail slithered up into the sky, revealing the soft underside of the dragon’s cheeks. Nestled between the fleshy tan mounds was the beast’s plump pucker, flexing wantingly. The fat haunches on the feral devourer thumped backward, approaching him as he tried to regain his strength to escape. Each step wobbled the meat on the creature’s legs, looming closer and closer. Just as his arms were finally able to lift up, it was too late. Those cheeks sealed him against the wall, and he was face to face with the plushy hole, Ahh...it’s wonderful to air it out.
His head turned away, the pungent, earthy scent burning his eyes and nostrils. He’d been defeated, and now his combatant humiliated him by pressing his greasy backdoor against the elf’s face. The voice boomed in his head once again, They’ve all passed through there. Each life I’ve claimed with my jaws have been pushed out...here. The beast paused for that moment, as the muscles around the elf’s form relaxed, the taut entrance relaxing and gaping before him. The sweltering heat and foul scent of the dragon’s bowels assaulted him, the soft entrance stretching to the size of his head. His eyes couldn’t resist glimpsing within, the pitch black passage beckoning him.
Something betrayed the elf below, the proud, cocky warrior taken down the peg he’s secretly craved as tension built in his loins. The dragon spoke, I knew you’d admire it. It isn’t every day a beast as magnificent as me comes before you, elf. Go ahead. Give the victor what we both crave. The entrance closed against his head, the slimy flesh pinching the front of his face and smearing the natural coatings against his skin. He was ashamed of himself, shivering in delight as his lips parted to lick and suckle the plump meat.
Theodelle lost himself, a slave to the dragon’s desires as he worshiped and tasted the worn passage. He would never know if the creature’s magic was breaking him, or if it was his own true nature. Either truth had him in one place: groaning in delight as his tongue cleaned off the end of the beast’s pipe.
It wasn’t long before a wet, meaty thud echoed through the lair, Theodelle unaware of the fat, tapered cock that smacked onto the ground from the dragon’s sheath. He couldn’t see it, but the salty smell of that length only mixed and added to the hypnotizing haze emanating from the creature’s rear.
The dragon’s forelegs stood, pushing back against the wall even tighter. The pillowy meat squished and enveloped the victim underneath as the dragon sighed. Theodelle was no longer a proud elf bounty hunter, but a toy. A man transformed by the scent and texture of a dragon’s ass to fulfill his true purpose.
He could barely breathe, and it would only be more difficult as the thick asshole yawned against him once again, the slim figure being stuffed inside as the reptile’s full weight came down on top of him. The ring closed around his neck as the dragon started to flex, the muscles within tugging and pulling him inside with small swallows. Theo started to fight once he realized this might be his final chance to escape, but it was too late. He was no match for even the dragon’s hole.
The dragon stood on its hind legs as Theo wetly squished inside down to his hips, his entire form smeared with the natural slimes from within. His armor became soaked, and soon his flesh as well, every crevice of his body invaded by the secretions that kept the beast regular. His hips squelched inside, and then his legs. Those were the easiest, his feet pressing into the ground to help maneuver him inside as the fleshy back maw sealed around the elf’s form, claiming the toy for good.
The dragon spoke to the elf one final time, It isn’t everyday one of my meals gets to meet my insides from that end. You cut me more than most. Be honored with your reward and melt easily. The enormous form stood and trotted back over to its bed of rest, almost thrilled that he didn’t have to venture out and hunt for the night. It was a true pain for the dragon to lumber up the side of the cliff and crawl through the tight mines every night. If the town was naive enough to send in morsel after morsel in an attempt to thwart the evil plaguing them, so be it. He’d deal with each one. Burning them, swallowing them, crushing them. Whatever method was easiest.
The dragon wouldn’t forget the elf either, brand new scars decorating his neck and belly. Any time he’d look at himself, the lizard would see those marks. But even moreso? The elf would be on display. The beast had a spot picked out already as he nestled himself in for another long rest. Once Theo was properly churned and passed through his system, he’d recount their battle as he disposes of the toy’s remains. An embarrassing defeat, and an even more humiliating grave. That was the dragon’s favorite part. He couldn’t wait to see the elf once again.

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