The picture here depicts Manamir playing with a young Valdemar, roughly twenty years before she meets Albrecht.

Illustrated by Blooming Lynx of FurAffinity.

I have to say they did such a wonderful job on the piece! The sketch itself was hot to look at, but the final work is many, many times better! I actually wanted it to feature Albrecht (who just LOVES her), but since the artist can't really draw humans, I had to settle with the unlucky guy who'll eventually send the knight-errant her way.

Damn. I really can't stop looking at Mir. This artist really knows how to make gorgeous dragons! XD Honestly, the way the artist positioned her paws and angled her snout really inspired me to write a quick story. And look at how VISCOUS her fluids are down there! It looks soooo gooey! OMFG it is so fucking hot~~!!! XD

Anyway, since I can't put the companion story alongside the image, please scroll down to read it below. I can only put it on the description, sadly.

Happy reading!

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Valdemar felt a crushing dread the closer he was brought to the gaping hole awaiting him. It throbbed ravenously, gumming all over itself as it smacked open and closed. Each flutter suckled the air and unleashed the most horrid, fishy stench he smelled in the twenty-or-so years he had lived. He whimpered, feeling the drooling rift burp and wash his fur with promises of a tight, searing, pulsating hell. He couldn't stop looking at it—a gigantic, puckering vulva eagerly anticipating his entry. It was a sight he'd normally see among members of the opposite sex, albeit blown to grotesque, if monstrous, proportions.

Large enough to swallow him whole.

Large enough to entrap him in its blue, pulsating world.

Large enough to knead and drench him with utmost humiliation.

A rift that he should be appreciating with his senses was filling him instead with mental anguish and shame immeasurable.

The glint of a whitish blob spurting noisily from the inside had Valdemar whimpering. Just why, oh why, did he agree to this? This was disgusting! Gross! Deprecating to the utmost—

Blue flesh squelched over his feet. A shade darker than the wall of scales before his eyes. It was so slimy! He flailed to break free, but he couldn't move at all. It squeezed him, rolling him in, soaking his fur in thick ooze. Valdemar howled out of sheer revulsion and he fought against the immovable force on his shoulders.

Only to be rendered motionless by a deafening growl from the vile creature he was being inserted into. The same creature that held him at its mercy.

A dragon.

The great beast had ambushed him out of nowhere, gobbling him up as he was swimming across the largest lake he had ever seen, towards the city he had seen back on the hill. While thankful she didn't swallow him right then and there—as many dragons and other monstrous beasts of their size did—the words that followed after she spat him back out on the lakeshore clearly told him everything he needed to know.

She had tasted him thoroughly—that's how she sensed the remnants of his vulgar transportation earlier into the forest on the other side of the continent.

"You taste like ass," the lake dweller said without cringing. The slobbery tongue that had been all over him flicked over her chops, its forked tips smearing abundant saliva on her white muzzle and that sky-blue jaw. Obviously it didn't bother her.

She was curious about his story. Curious too, why she detected not one, but two male dragons on his taste.

Valdemar refused to give this ostensibly lecherous beast any answer to her question, but she dragged it out of him with the threat of a slow, digestive death. Not once did she see him as anything other than food. Her words were spewed out with venom, each a deprecating barb that pulled down every bit of his self-worth.

Then, when the interrogation was over, when her questions were all but answered, when he even told the dragon where he was headed, he was sure she would doom him to melt with all the fish in her gut anyway. She surprised him with a deal he'd be stupid to refuse: to make her climax in exchange for safe passage—a vulgar deal from an equally vulgar dragon. "I'll really eat you if you say no. I've always got room in my belly for a yummy tiny."

"N-no, no! I'll take it! Don't eat me! Please!"

A deal he was regretting right now as she was pushing him into her nethers.

Valdemar might have accepted the deal, yet the abhorrent form of her massive cunt and the revoltingly sour sting of its degeneracy had him hesitating. He had a clear view of its puckering form in the afternoon light in spite of the heavy gloom. He doubted that the rain, when it fell, could wash away the sludge dribbling from her hole and dressing up its flabby wings with sticky, phlegmatic ropes as thick as his forearms. More dubious was the possibility it could overpower the putrid gas leaching out to the air and tainting it with her piquant desires.

He couldn't stop gawking at the swollen clitoris—it was as big as his snout!—pulsing in tune with his every rolling breath and simply throbbing with need. Its hood smacked into its sides and coated it in slick goo, as though coaxing him into willingly putting his hands on its disgusting face.

Valdemar couldn't do it.

The fox couldn't bring himself to start the process and grasp this squelching atrocity. To become a dragon's plaything.

Not even her continued threats did the job of pushing him over the edge.

He would have acquiesced, eventually, but the fumes of her lust had been growing stronger and more musky the longer she waited, each burst of vaginal gas filled with more pheromones than the last. Very quickly, he soon learned that the dragoness had run out of patience. "Seeing how you're so obviously ensorcelled by my beauty, let me help you take an even closer look!"

She seized him by the shoulders, white paw scrunching his naked hide without any regard to the state of his body. He panicked, and began wriggling in an effort to pry himself out of her grasp. Rather than chucking the anthro into her maw, she lifted the fox and—with blatant disregard to his dread—completely driven to satisfy her lust—proceeded to strip him of all his dignity, of his status…

…by plunging his bare feet into her slimy, dribbling snatch.

His loud protests were silenced with her frustrated growls. She cried out in bliss and relished his entry as she pushed more and more of his body into hers. Immense shame slapped Valdemar's soul as hard as her labia slapped his muzzle. She shoved him even deeper, her other forepaw on her breast as if it could stop herself from moaning louder.

She smushed his snout into the wall of slime as soon as he was face to face with her prurient orb. "Lick my clit, fox," the dragoness commanded. "Lick it!" She denied him any opportunity to resist and pressed harder on his neck, pushing his nose into its hood—into slimy, spongy flesh. "Nibble it! Worship it and give it your all!"

Valdemar couldn't move the rest of his body now that he was lodged into her cunt from the neck down. It was multiple times more viscous inside. He was slobbered all over, saturated in pungent jelly—so much of it that the muculence, the stink would linger in his fur for weeks! Valdemar could do naught but obey as the dragoness demanded. He parted his mouth and, with reluctance, brought it over her clitoris.

Tears surged out of his eyes. It tasted horrible! Bitter, tangy, with a faint sweetness that did little to obfuscate the fact he was biting into grossness incarnate. He couldn't stop his tongue from slurping around the ooze, from slapping the firm bulb. It tasted like piss and musk mixed together. Overpowering… overwhelming! Utterly disgusting! It fried his mind, and blinded him. Nauseated, he couldn't smell himself over the smell of vagina. It even superseded the stench of ass and spooge that had been permeating over him to begin with.

Not content with this, the dragoness pushed him up against her swelling button even more. Valdemar had to keep his hands against her cleft, if only so his body could avoid any more direct contact with her twitching folds than it was necessary. Shame burned hot in his cheeks. He stared up at her, silently pleading that she would let up. Wasn't it enough that he was licking her? That he didn't bother biting her?

Rain began pelting Valdemar and the abominable dragoness, quickly gathering strength until it became a downpour. The heavens were surely insulting him, his body unreachable to the clean, purifying waters and instead imprisoned in her unclean vulgarity.

The anthro couldn't help but groan, no, gasp in agony when the clitoris, even firmer than before, smacked him in the face with a wet and sickening splat. The swollen orb was throbbing every second, growing larger and larger until it had finally become as big as his head! All the nasty musk supersaturating the air became multiple times more belligerent—more putrid than ever before. Its taste was just as revolting, yet he couldn't avoid it as her clit inched further into his mouth with every pulse.

Valdemar barely suppressed the urge to retch. Tears surged out of his eyes. He wanted to wail and bemoan his misfortune, and would've done so if it didn't mean swallowing globs upon globs of the offensive, cloying slime gunking up every surface he touched—he licked.

The dragoness overpowered all his efforts to keep himself separated and strengthened her push, shoving his snout into the recesses of her flesh, going as far as it yielded. Clutching his head, her paw moved in circles, pressing his face into her clitoris and poking his nose into the creases and all the glistening blobs of jelly nestled within them.

Overtaken by shame and powerlessness, the fox wanted to scream. Damn it, he wasn't a sex toy! He wasn't just some THING to stash into a fucking giant of a twat! He shouldn't be here, torrid walls throbbing on him from the neck down, gooey clit fighting to cram itself into his throat. If it weren't for the shitstorm that happened to his family over the last week, he wouldn't even be here, much less sucking on this fleshy orb like it was his mother's teats! The dragoness wouldn't even dare offend someone like him if she ever passed through the Subotica Kingdom—

The dragoness groaned deafeningly as though it was the first time she had a live wriggler inside her nethers. No—the first time she didn't use her own tongue pleasuring herself! Valdemar let out a muffled cry as her vulva squelched inward, its thick lips clasping the top of his head and hiding him from the rain. He bemoaned the sound of obscene fluids squirting out from the base of his neck, splashing him—caustic, soul-crushing redolence penetrating his senses. Her buttton collapsed and squished his face, its twitching, quaking motions literally punching into his open maw and pummeling dollops of resinous ooze down his throat.

The pungent musk was maddening, fumes overriding everything. He flailed so much, even more than he should. The dragoness reared herself up against something he couldn't see, paw cupping his shoulders to lift him up and out of the needy vagina, only to quickly plunge him back into the sticky, drooling mess and mash his snout into and around her clitoris once again.

And again.

And again!

She toyed with him for many minutes, sliding him inside and out like the joystick she turned him into. Slipping through every wet clench, her moans grew louder, and longer. Her fishy stench, more powerful; her heat, more oppressive. He could even feel the rest of her vast body squiggling from all the sensations he was giving her.

"Oooooh, you got such scratchy fur! Wonderful~ Now get in my cunny, you little tiny! Get in DEEP!"

Before Valdemar realized what she just said, the dragoness shunted him into her snatch. She pushed him deep into her inner world, where it was dark, where it was overflowing with her glutinous and fishy ooze, where her cloying flavors permeated the environs. He fought against the buckling rugae kissing and clenching all that was him, trying to squeeze out all he could give.

He fought and struggled, trying to beat back against the living cave. He could barely breathe, not with all the goo surging through her tunnel, not with the little air he could inhale. Tangy flesh filled his mouth as much as he imbibed her raunchy air. Valdemar wept when he heard a rumbling streak through the thick fat and muscle enveloping him.

He prayed to the Gods that he would survive this ordeal, that she would be satisfied, that she would keep her word and spit him out closer to town.

The walls collapsed inward and clenched on him, squeezing all the air out of his lungs. He let out a pained cry and choked on the sludge rushing into his throat together with what air he could dredge in this torturous hole. Caked in the essence of pure dragon, Valdemar gnashed his teeth as he swallowed gelatinous globs. Every gulp almost made him vomit. How couldn't it? It went down slowly, leaving an uncomfortably gluey feeling in his throat and settling heavily in his stomach. Worse, it tasted exactly the way it smelled—fishy, pissy, breathtakingly foul!

Helpless and trapped in her snatch, the dragoness's body did whatever it wanted with the fox. Firm muscles compressed the baggy flesh and sluiced Valdemar through the elastic passage of her sex. Sticky ooze squirted past him, pheromones marinating his fur while it diffused in pockets of air. He gagged constantly, unable to take shelter from the relentless, unending stench. Gravity lurched in several directions, swinging Valdemar around and tossing him from one rancid fold to the next.

To think the beast was rolling all over the ground, consumed with lust, just like the feral-minded animal she truly was! She was truly enjoying him to the fullest, drawing out this terrible, demeaning experience for as long as possible.

Valdemar was nothing to the dragon. Nothing but food… or a toy! He existed solely for her arousal—for her climax! Pain flared in his chest at the very notion, the very thought of being a mere plaything! He hated being treated this way. He despised the slurping, squelching sounds permeating this dark and torrid world as much as he was completely grossed out by them.

Even though it was hard to think, with the tunnel spasming and convulsing more violently as she approached an orgasm—and hopefully the only one he'd have to endure—Valdemar still formed vengeful thoughts in his mind. How dare this giant fish-lizard fool around with this prince‽ How dare she make him endure this humiliation‽

Someday he would pay her back for this tenfold—no, a hundredfold! He didn't know how long it would take, but surely someone would eventually take on the task of slaying the dragon in the lake. If not beast hunters, then high-ranking adventurers and their bleeding hearts. This vulgar beast would surely victimize more honest, upright people of his stature if something wasn't done about her.

Who cared if he lost everything to that damn coup‽ Someday, he would climb back up from the cesspit life had thrown him into. Someday, he would return with a vengeance.

Then he'd begin crossing out all the scum on his hit list, one by one—

The rugose canal suddenly curled, clenching tight. Air and ooze both streamed past him, surging with such force that it slapped his muzzle. Her vagina rumbled, an orgasm rippling through the tunnel. The dragoness creamed Valdemar in thick, gluey slime yet kept his entire body lodged within her, immobilized and unable to do anything but squirm—wriggle—fight against the rings of muscle enveloping every inch of her disgusting cave.

The fox gasped for air, only to inhale so much less than before and suck in her tangy flesh. Dizziness—disgust throttled his mind. He had given the dragoness what she wanted, his fur—his body, giving her an unbelievable orgasm.

The thought made Valdemar feel sick. He felt dirty… used… the way this monster disregarded his personhood shattered whatever dignity he had left as a fallen prince.

At least the ordeal was finally over.

Fresh air flooded the pitch-black insides of her vagina. The hundreds upon hundreds of nerves wrapped around her dark passage had lost their sensitivity for the moment, with every fold barely responding to all his little movements.

Relief descended upon the anthro at last when he felt the muscles squish inward and push him back out, away from the pudgy ring in the rear, away from this sweltering hellhole of a cunt. A cool breeze caressed his soaked feet for a second just before the familiar, cushiony surface of the dragon's paw pads grasped his ankles.

The coolness of the outside world spread further, rising to his shins, his thighs, his waist, his chest, and his neck as the dragoness slowly pulled him out of her cunt, aided by the slow and rhythmic squeezing of her wrinkles.

Light trickled in from the sides and illuminated the deep, blue flesh. White, gooey blobs raced alongside him, the pungent lattice stuck to his face. He couldn't wait to wash and scrub this revolting shit off of his fur.

Valdemar finally passed the rift, her pleasure hole making one last attempt to keep him inside it. It puckered up against his snout, only for a loud and disgusting pop to echo in his ears.

The dragon's clitoris came into view. Innumerable strands of thick goo fought against his extraction, tugging him back towards the ugly, wrinkled meat. Her hood twitched inward, failing to grab him in time.

The smell was awful beyond imagination. He couldn't taste anything other than the dragoness and her fishy grool. Valdemar was glad to be finally free of this lewd and perverted torment—

That's when he noticed it.

Her button was still swollen. The clit, still as large as his face.

The lake dragoness cooed, making a loud and husky growl. No, it was a moan that rose in crescendo. He could hear it clearly despite all the goop covering his ears.

Valdemar was horrified by the implication. "N-no! No, no, no, we had a deal! Let me go already. I'm not some damn joystick—!

She didn't acknowledge him. Maybe she didn't hear him at all. She let out an excited hiss. The vulgar abyss before him crumpled in front of his eyes, beginning to quiver—to undulate in rejuvenated arousal. Stinking, peppery fumes gassed his sensitive nose. Clear fluid squirted out of the hole, coursing waves of horror, of dread through his very soul…

…right as the insertion began anew.

Valdemar sobbed the second he found himself lost in darkness, squished inside her crimped world all over again. This horny beast wasn't simply content with one climax. She wanted another round—no, she wanted as many orgasms as she could wring out from him!

Curse her.

Curse her!

If he somehow survived this—if he somehow escaped, he would do whatever it took to kill this Gods-damned dragon! She was a menace to sapients, any and all. Whether he became strong or remained weak, whether he gathered riches or stayed destitute, the anthro fox swore he would at least have her slain.

Even if it meant forgoing his vengeance on all those who forced him to flee Subotica to begin with.

Valdemar didn't care if it took ten years, or thirty.

His pride wouldn't allow it.

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What an ending! XD If Valds was the main character and this series wasn't a vorish/unbirth-focused story, this might've been one hell of a revenge plot.

Unfortunately, Valds' life didn't turn out well in the years that followed after this encounter with Manamir. She let him go after about an hour or two, probably even giving her name as a gesture of friendship—which remained unreciprocated due to the trauma that he'd acquired during what was the worst day of his life. Valds' lack of "street experience" also stunted his personal growth; after all, he ended up getting stuck in Wolfsberg and received "Tavern Fox" as a nickname over the years.

Manamir, on the other hand, developed a lewd taste for so-called "tinies". However, she was too fearful of beast hunters to do anything bold, and the few sapients she encountered in the subsequent decades were so hostile she could only eat them. Her excessive caution kept Valds' obsession from becoming a threat to her own life, as nobody in Wolfsberg believed him. It helped immensely that Manamir's presence was an urban legend that had persisted since the city's founding.

But, as readers of DITL know, this lifelong obsession with the lewd dragon eventually led to one of the best adventurers/beast hunters in the land taking him seriously—and out of his "bleeding heart", no less. Valds was excited to finally see his revenge come to fruition, only for Albrecht—the human who took the job—to not only voluntarily crawl inside Manamir, but also enjoy every bit of it to the point he retired from adventuring altogether just to move in with her.

Man, if I had written Albrecht's reporting from Valds' perspective, I would have gone into how outraged he had been, how dumbfounded he was, and all the curses surely running through his head when the only one he could remove from his shitlist after decades of stagnation became untouchable. LOL

An unwilling prey is always a fresh perspective for the DITL series and it was fun to write this out. Valds' story is worth exploring in the future just as much as Albrecht and Manamir's travels across the continent (which I had foreshadowed in the series a few times).

I hope you enjoyed this (and the picture too).

Until next time!

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