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"So, he knows I'm here already?" the slender, short, purple drake asked eagerly from his bow seat of the large canoe. Vel'Gahrus turned his head from side to side as he spoke, keenly trying to discern a hint of cobalt scales amid the thick, lush, green foliage on both sides of the wide, tree-filled swamp.

"Oh yes...'e knew soon as you entered 'is jungle," the alligator behind him said casually as he paddled from the stern.

Vel's heart pounded in his chest, under the thin tank top he wore--this journey was the culmination of a year's worth of research and preparation, and he felt about ready to explode with anticipation now that he was so close to his goal. His tail twitched and his dick pushed hard against his underwear; Vel had been shamelessly aroused for nearly the entire trip, he was so excited by the prospect of what he was doing--it wasn't every day he sacrificed himself to a dragon, after all.

And now the drake was barely able to contain himself as he thought that somewhere, somehow, the dragon he sought was watching him, appraising him, already determining how filling of a meal he would be...

"'E ain't right here, though, and 'e don't know what you look like," Siado said, cutting the little drake's musings short. "All 'e knows is you're in 'is territory...e's probably off flyin' or swimmin' or huntin'..."

Vel deflated slightly, disappointed, as he muttered, "Oh."

The alligator chuckled. "But 'e'll see you soon 'nuff, you c'n count on that."

The two of them lapsed into silence, simply listening to the buzzing of insects and the occasional calls of toucans, macaws and other birds that populated the Passala Jungle. The sun streamed down through the canopy overhead, and the humid air weighed heavily on Vel, making the drake sweat even more while he kept a hopeful eye out for the dragon he'd come to meet; as Siado continued propelling the canoe through the water with his paddle, he began to softly hum a relaxing tune.

Despite the fact that his heart was racing and his dick was throbbing under his shorts and underwear, the tranquil motion of the canoe gliding through the swamp and Siado's humming lulled Vel into a contemplative trance. He felt calm, as if he were finally fulfilling his purpose in life, even though it meant he would never leave this place or see the light of day again; Vel was at peace with that, though. He'd already come to terms with the fact that he wasn't a person, but food...nothing more than a snack, something to nourish those who were bigger and stronger than he.

The purple drake's journey to the Passala Jungle had begun when he'd first heard about the mighty Korthos, and he had been more than intrigued by the stories about the dragon--his fascination bordered on obsession. There were many great dragons still in the world, although Korthos was among the highest echelon of noble beasts, the epitome of dragons, something that a little drake like Vel could only dream of worshiping. On top of that, Korthos was notoriously reclusive, showing himself only to those he devoured...or, more specifically, to those who presented themselves for him to devour. From the sparse accounts that Vel had tracked down through old encyclopedias and long-forgotten web forums, Korthos would ensure his meals enjoyed unimaginable pleasure before he took them within himself; every story the drake had found captivated him, made him wonder what it would be like to be devoured by such an incredible specimen of dragonhood...and aroused him so much that he ended up staining the inside of his pants with precum before he could properly rub one out.

His day-to-day thoughts began revolving around setting up an encounter with Korthos--he imagined how he would do it logistically and what he would say to the dragon. His scales tingled and his heart fluttered every time he imagined Korthos's hot breath washing over him. He wanted to offer himself up, to let Korthos's gargantuan jaws close around him, to allow the dragon's tongue to wrap around him and pull him into his maw before sending him down his gullet and into his belly, where he would disappear forever and join all the others who had sacrificed themselves to Korthos's greatness...

The little drake began to rationalize why he found these fantasies so alluring: Korthos was supposedly much bigger than any other dragon and, by giving himself over to the dragon, Vel would become a part of his greatness. Out of all the people in the world, he, Vel, would be among the select minority to see--and join--a living legend. And it seemed that the dragon enjoyed toying with his snacks and granting them an utterly blissful sendoff as he swallowed them whole. Combine all of those reasons with the fact that Vel already viewed himself more as a prey item than a person, and the little drake's fate was sealed.

He wanted--no, needed--to make his daydreams into a reality...being eaten alive by Korthos was the only thing he could think about. So, when the drake finally had his whole plan laid out, he didn't hesitate to pull the trigger. He'd made arrangements for his possessions and career, and he'd undertaken the long, world-spanning trek to the edge of the Passala Jungle with nothing but the clothes on his back and the money in his wallet for travel expenses. It was at the boundary of the jungle, at the end of the dirt road he had trotted along after hitching a ride from a few locals in the town nearby, where he had found Siado.

The portly alligator--who had been sitting on the porch of his waterside cabin--hadn't been surprised at all when Vel walked up and explained why he'd come. In fact, Siado acted as if he'd been expecting Vel to arrive and had already been through this song and dance more times than he could count; with a nonchalance born out of routine and repetition, he had finished Vel's sentences, heaved himself out of his chair and into his canoe, called for the drake to join him in the boat, and begun paddling down the river as if it were his job.

As it so happened, ferrying willing tributes to Korthos was Siado's job.

"Guess you could call me 'is acolyte," Siado had replied after Vel asked how the alligator knew of Korthos. He took long, methodical strokes with his paddle as he had continued, "Or I guess we got a pact; 'e makes it safe for me to live 'ere and brings me food, and I bring 'im the folks 'oo wanna give 'emselves over to 'im. Seen all kindsa folks pass through, brought 'em all down 'iss swamp. Some of 'em were sad and lonely...but a lot of 'em just do it 'cuz they love 'im and wanna be a part of 'im. I can get that. 'E takes 'em all, leaves nothin' behind...I'll keep goin' if that's what you want."

"Yes please!" Vel had nodded fervently.

As they'd proceeded deeper into the jungle, Siado had explained how the drake's encounter would work. Vel had listened attentively, making sure to memorize every detail of what the alligator had said. As part of his explanation, Siado had described Korthos's connection to the swamps, groves, and tangles of the jungle; somehow, the dragon possessed a keen awareness of the goings-on within the territory he protected. Nothing happened in the Passala Jungle without Korthos's knowledge, but Siado had never quite figured out how the connection between the dragon and the tropical forest worked.

"All I know is, 'e knows the comin's and goin's of everybody here," the alligator had said while continuing to paddle past a cluster of half-submerged trees.

"So, he knows I'm here already?" Vel had asked, which brought them to the present, with the drake still watching the dark water ripple as Siado's canoe cut through it.

Vel wasn't certain how long he sat in his calm, reflective trance; Siado continued to hum and paddle, and Vel's imagination was filled with visions of Korthos emerging from the trees and taking him in his mighty jaws...

"Jus' 'bout 'ere," Siado announced at last, stirring Vel from his reverie.

The drake stirred and glanced up to see that they were following a bend in the swamp; around the curve, on the marshy bank of the canal, Vel saw the mossy, ivy-clad, stone statue that Siado had described earlier. The 30-foot tall figure was that of a fox sitting on the ground; he wore a simple toga and a beaded necklace, and his eyes closed in meditation. The fox's hands lay together in his lap, with his palms up, and in his open paws he held a pedestal. Vel could see cracks and fissures running through the stone, and patches of the fox had been worn away, eroded over time; according to Siado, the statue was the last remnant of a long-forgotten tribe who had lived here ages before.

Vel stared at the statue, transfixed as he drew closer to it--this was the last place he would stand, the last place so many others before him had stood, eager to meet their fate inside Korthos's belly.

The alligator paddled the canoe to the shore, where it came to rest against the sand.

"Alright, 'ere's where we part ways," Siado told the drake, holding his paddle still. "Jus' take off your clothes 'n leave 'em with me. I'll go on my way 'n you can meet the big man."

"Hm? Oh! R-right," Vel responded shakily, remembering what he was supposed to do; his voice wavered not from nerves or fear, but from exhilaration. He was about to embark on the final leg of his journey--but first he had to disrobe.

The little drake didn't mind pulling off his tank top in front of the alligator who had brought him here, nor did he mind shucking off his shorts, which revealed the green, tenting thong he wore.

Siado must have noticed Vel's arousal, but he didn't comment as the purple drake peeled off his underwear to expose his six-inch erection. For his part, Vel was too excited to feel embarrassed. As he dropped his thong to the bottom of the canoe to join the rest of his clothes, the fully nude drake felt free, in his natural state, one step closer to being food--he quivered eagerly as he stood from his seat and clambered out of the canoe...and onto the boggy, sandy shore, his feet sinking slightly in the moist sand.

"Thank you," he told Siado sincerely.

The alligator nodded silently before he used his paddle to push the canoe back from the bank, then turned to go back the way he came...and disappeared around the river bend, leaving Vel alone.

The drake looked up at the statue again and took a steadying breath.

"Okay, this is it...no going back," he said to himself before he squared his shoulders and confidently strode towards the statue.

Vel climbed over the fox's folded legs, stepping carefully to avoid slipping on the moss that had accumulated on the weathered stone. He grunted as he pulled himself up into the statue's lap, and then, facing the river once more, the drake stepped onto the pedestal in the fox's hands.

A rune carved into the stone beneath Vel's feet began to glow a brilliant white. The drake held still, recalling from Siado's instructions that all he had to do now was wait...all he had to do was wait for the mighty dragon to arrive, and then he could be one with the beast...

Fortunately, the drake didn't have to wait long. As birds continued calling to each other and insects kept chirping and humming...Vel soon noticed a wide wake forming on the water.

Something huge was rising from the depths and swimming towards him.

Vel remained where he stood, his heart hammering against his ribcage, and he watched intently as the swell of water drew nearer...and nearer...

SPLASH!

A wall of brilliant blue scales erupted from the water as Korthos surfaced in front of the fox statue; Vel flinched in surprise, but he stayed on the pedestal and raised his arms to cover himself as swamp water rained down on him.

"Rrrrgrrrrgrrrr..."

The little drake lowered his arms and his eyes widened when he heard Korthos's deep rumbling as the immense, serpentine neck curled downward...until Vel was face-to-face with a dragon's head the size of a yacht. A rune glowed white in the middle of Korthos's forehead, his horns swept back from his skull in graceful, beautiful arches, his gigantic muzzle was covered in bright blue scales, and the dragon's eyes were a resplendent cerulean, which softened his piercing gaze that seemed to look right through Vel. The colossal dragon--a wyvern--sat with most of his body still in the water, with only his shoulders and his upper chest above the swamp's surface and his enormous hands resting on the sandy shore.

"And who has come to offer themselves to me today?" Korthos asked, his deep voice filling Vel's very being; the little drake could imagine the dragon's baritone as the voice of the world, ancient and mighty, powerful yet...nurturing somehow, and tinged with a melodic air of mystery that enticed all who heard it to listen closely and hang onto every hypnotic word.

Vel coughed to clear his throat--when he spoke, he realized how meek and tiny his voice sounded in comparison to that of the mighty wyvern before him. "I-I am Vel'Gahrus, w-willingly here to f-feed the mighty Korthos!" the drake stammered enthusiastically, remembering what Siado had instructed him to say. He gulped and breathlessly added, "I-if he chooses to accept me...a-as a part of him."

Korthos's large, scaly lips curled up into a sly smile. "Oho, I shall, little morsel. But you have no name. You're merely food, aren't you?"

Vel didn't hesitate; he nodded in agreement, trying not to pay attention to the raging hardon he sported, which bobbed almost synchronously with his head. "Yes, I'm just food!"

Korthos chuckled, a deep, throaty, appeased thrumming. "Oho, eager, aren't we? Heh, I appreciate you--and Siado--indulging me. I do so enjoy this little ritual to see how willing my tributes are."

Korthos glanced down at Vel's groin, and the drake followed the wyvern's gaze. His arousal throbbed, and Vel, for the first time, felt somewhat abashed at being so turned on, now that Korthos was seeing every inch of him...but Vel couldn't help it, this was his fantasy come to life. Here he was in front of the giant dragon of his dreams, ready to be devoured...

"And I can see you're very willing," Korthos observed, meeting Vel's eyes again. He smirked as he went on, "Not surprising, considering you're a drake...little more than a kobold, really. It's been some time since I've eaten one of your kind, but I can remember the flavor clearly." He leaned in, and his nostrils flared as he sniffed deeply, getting a huge whiff of Vel...before he huffed and exhaled a warm blast of air that rolled over the drake. "Yessss," Korthos hissed knowingly. "That's the flavor of...desperation."

Korthos licked his lips--Vel shivered in anticipation when he saw the massive, black, wet tongue slide along the dragon's chops. He could only imagine how much the dragon's mouth was watering, all the warm drool that was pooling inside his muzzle.

"Yes...you're desperate to worship me, to prostrate yourselves before me, wishing you could be like me...but you can't," Korthos continued. He began lowering his head so his chin rested on top of the fox statue's folded legs.

"At least, not without the kind of help I can provide...allowing me to consume you is the ultimate act of devotion a little drake like you can perform. I can turn you into a god, a being worthy of worship," Korthos went on, his tone subtly shifting from dominating to seductive. He kept his eyes locked with Vel's, captivating the drake's attention. "Simply submit to me...you can indulge however you wish, then you can slip away into a world where you reign supreme...as a part of me."

Vel was utterly spellbound by the dragon's words. Not that he really needed any further coaxing after coming all this way and standing here now, but as Korthos spoke, any miniscule reservations the drake might have had were thoroughly wiped out, replaced only with a single-minded desire to take the wyvern's offer.

"All you have to do...is climb in," Korthos said before he opened his muzzle enticingly, presenting his cavernous maw.

Vel's eyes widened at the sight before him; enormous fangs protruded from Korthos's dark, fleshy gums, his visible jaw muscles merged smoothly with the glistening insides of his cheeks, the dragon's wide, bluntly-pointed tongue extended forward like a beautiful, alluring welcome mat, strands of viscous drool spread between his inviting jaws...and at the back of Korthos's mouth, his throat opened and flexed as he breathed, tempting Vel to crawl in and explore its depths, to enter the dragon's gullet and never see the light of day again.

The drake gulped excitedly, reveling in the fact that there was no turning back after this, that he was about to make his wish come true...before he stepped down from the pedestal and into Korthos's waiting jaws, wasting no time to sink to his hands and knees as he crawled onto the dragon's extended tongue.

"Hrrrr..." Korthos rumbled, appeased.

As humid as the jungle air was, it was even muggier inside the dragon's open maw, as if Vel had entered a balmy steam room. Heavy, fetid breath washed over the little drake while he crawled headfirst into Korthos's mouth, and Vel could hear the soft gurgling of the dragon's stomach and throat. He was in heaven, luxuriating in the sensation of Korthos's tongue beneath him; the muscular, spongy pad was so delightfully slimy, warm, and soft. It was like crawling onto the most comfortable mattress, one that beckoned him to lay down...

Vel didn't hesitate to lay flat on his stomach, spreading his arms and legs to straddle and hug the tongue under him. His hard cock slid against the slick, velvety surface, and he buried his face in Korthos's tongue, rubbing to coat himself in the dragon's drool.

"Ooooh fuck," Vel moaned blissfully.

This was everything he'd ever wanted, this was where he belonged--at last, Vel was living the life he had dreamed of: He was worshiping a dragon's maw with his body and in the perfect position to be devoured. What more could he ask for, apart from being swallowed to join the mighty dragon? But that would come soon enough...

For now, Vel let his instincts take over, his body moving of its own accord to grant im one last release--Korthos held still with his mouth wide open, inviting the small drake to pleasure himself in the steamy confines of the dragon's maw...

Vel began smoothly grinding and humping Korthos's tongue. He hugged the hot, enormous muscle tightly and thrust against it like a slimy, squishy body pillow, one that curled up by his sides and responded to the pumping of his hips and pushed back against him, further stimulating his cock and balls as they slid back and forth over the subtle bumps of Korthos's taste buds. Vel gasped and groaned as he humped, taking his time to piston his shaft back and forth against the tongue beneath him, relishing the feeling of having his cock squeezed between his body and the giant, fleshy muscle...and hoping that Korthos enjoyed the flavors that he was providing.

"Hrrrr..." Korthos rumbled again, still keeping his mouth wide open as the little drake humped his tongue...still perhaps allowing him the chance to escape...

Not that Vel would have taken that opportunity--he was too enraptured by the dragon's maw to even pay attention to the fact that freedom still lay behind him. The ridged roof of Korthos's mouth hung above him like a canopy, hot breath continued to waft over him, drool dripped down onto his back and puddled around him on Korthos's tongue...and as Vel kept humping the muscle beneath him, he glanced up to see the chasm of the dragon's throat. The entrance to the tunnel yawned before him like a wide abyss; daylight went only just beyond the dragon's pharynx before giving way to darkness, and from there...Vel could only imagine the slippery route he would soon take when he eventually slid over the edge of Korthos's tongue. More drool began to accumulate around Vel as Korthos's esophagus rippled and gurgled, beckoning him, hungrily pleading for the drake to come in...

"Uuunnfff fuuuuck," Vel moaned before he buried his face against the velvety pad. The sight of Korthos's waiting throat had pushed him closer to the brink than he would have liked, but Vel wanted to tease himself, to keep humping the plush, moist tongue, to fully enjoy his turn in Korthos's mouth, to make the most of every second he had before he was devoured...

"Mmf!" he grunted when he suddenly felt himself move further forward into the dragon's maw as Korthos retracted his tongue, carrying Vel along with it and drawing him nearer to the waiting esophagus.

"Hrrrrr..."

Korthos rumbled as he shut his jaws, and the cavern of the dragon's mouth darkened until only a jagged sliver of light remained, peeking through Korthos's teeth and barely illuminating Vel's surroundings...but Vel kept up his humping. He animalistically thrust his cock against Korthos's tongue, leaking pre and mixing it with the dragon's saliva, his hips audibly slapping on the wet surface with a slup-slup-slup-slup...

Although Vel couldn't see it, Korthos grinned, entertained by the little drake in his mouth; he could tell that his food was getting close to his climax...but it might be time to help him along...

The dragon raised his neck, keeping his head steady as he drew up to his full height and giving Vel a level surface to continue thrusting against. Vel could feel the tug of gravity on his stomach as the dragon raised his head--most likely preparing to swallow him...and the little drake began humping faster, feeling the heat rise in his body, the familiar pressure and tingling of his groin...

Then Korthos lifted his tongue, raising Vel from the bottom of his mouth and pressing him softly against his hard palate...before he closed his mouth fully and began earnestly sliding his tongue back and forth under the drake's body, suckling on him.

"Uuuuuuugh fuuuuuuck...pleeeeaaase...just a little more," Vel moaned plaintively. The pressure on his body was exquisite, his balls and stiff cock were being slathered in thick dragon drool as Korthos milked his arousal, and he hugged the tongue even tighter as he felt the broad tip of the thick, dexterous muscle curl up and back to caress his feet, his legs, his back...

Vel could hardly stand it; he was humping as fast as he could...with Korthos now assisting him, the little drake didn't care about taking his time, he just wanted to bust the biggest nut of his life and let the dragon swallow him already. As he vigorously thrust back and forth, his body made wet squelching sounds against Korthos's tongue; drool filled Vel's mouth as saliva bubbles formed and popped around him, and he instinctively arched his back and raised his tail, exposing his ass to Korthos's tongue...

And Korthos seemed to know exactly how to take advantage of the naked sweet spot--he dragged the tip of his tongue up over the backside of Vel's plump balls, over his taint...and pressed against the rim of the dake's hole, slithering inside inside like a giant snake entering a cramped den.

Vel's mind went blank, totally awash with pleasure.

"Hnnnnff! Hnfff! Hnfffff!" the drake grunted as he bucked his hips--his cock spasmed hard, harder than he'd ever felt it before. With every pulse, Vel fired thin ropes of hot cum that mixed with the saliva that had pooled around him; he came so hard that he felt like he was spurting out his brain with every splash of his seed on the dragon's tongue.

"Hrrrrgrrrhh..." Korthos's growling and rumbling was louder this time.

Still humping madly and in the throes of his climax, Vel had enough presence of mind to perceive that gravity was shifting, that he was losing his grip and had begun sliding forward along the tongue that was now compressing him harder...

Korthos had tilted his head upward at last.

The little drake smiled in a dreamy daze, recognizing that gravity was pulling him down while he was also being pushed by the dragon's tongue, forced to the back of Korthos's mouth...he didn't resist as his head easily and wetly slid under Korthos's pharynx and past the opening of the dragon's esophagus, followed by his shoulders, arms, and torso...

Feeling nothing but pure, rapturous euphoria, Vel groaned and trembled as he kept cumming and slipping headfirst into Korthos's throat. His waist slid in, his pulsating cock rubbing against the silky-smooth sides of the dragon's tight upper digestive tract...

GULP!

Korthos tossed his head and swallowed loudly, and the little drake's legs, feet, and tail followed the rest of Vel as he vanished down the long, dark, slimy slide of the mighty dragon's gullet. Vel squirmed along the way, not in an attempt to slow his descent or escape, but out of pure and simple joy; he was so delighted to be going where he belonged, that he was going to disappear forever in Korthos's gut. He gasped and gurgled through the thick glob of saliva that Korthos had swallowed along with him.

"Thank you...thank you...so much," Vel murmured as he bucked his hips again and again, writhing in ecstasy. He felt Korthos's tight esophageal sphincters squeeze around him, pulling him down as the dragon's natural peristaltic motion took over, ferrying him onward to his final destination at last.

From the outside, Vel was nothing more than a small, subtly wriggling lump in Korthos's serpentine neck, descending farther and farther downward...until the insignificant bulge disappeared into the dragon's chest.

Korthos rumbled and licked his lips satisfactorily as he felt Vel enter his belly. He was still salivating over the taste of sweat, cum, and hormones that lingered on his tongue--the little morsel had clearly been keen on getting devoured...just like so many of the other excited and eager tributes he'd consumed before.

From centuries of devouring these particular sacrifices, Korthos knew that the drake who had just spilled into his stomach would find a way to cum again; he knew with absolute certainty that Vel's arousal would be back in full force as he splashed into his new (albeit temporary) home, and the drake would soon begin pumping his cock furiously, desperate for one more orgasm before drifting off to sleep, passing out from the lack of air inside the dragon's belly...and then Korthos's gut would gurgle as it began churning away another willing sacrifice, reducing the tiny body to nothing but fuel to nourish his greatness, to further sustain his magnificence.

Korthos licked his lips and sighed, content, as he backed away from the statue before him and sank back under the murky swamp water, ready to resume his day of idly swimming through his jungle.

As he submerged, the dragon allowed himself a moment to reflect on what he'd said about the little drake earlier; yes, he had tasted of desperation...but there was also true devotion, true passion...Korthos had felt it in how eagerly his food had thrust against his tongue and in how he enjoyed sliding into his throat...and he'd tasted it in the little drake's seed...a flavorful addition to the small snack. He'd been a mouthwatering tribute indeed.

But as Korthos dipped his head under the water, he found himself hoping that the next tribute Siado brought him would be more filling.