Dinner for a Dragon

"I have come to sate you, my lord," Enid said, pulling on the string holding her white dress and letting it fall free from her body. The light of the flames from smoldering chests illuminated the soft pale flesh of the maiden. Enid's thin body, voluptuous breasts, and smooth skin of her midriff were displayed to the dragon. Doranth's mouth watered, looking at the soft morsel. Mortals offered maidens to his glory long ago, but those days were long past. The closest he had to her quality was a squishy mage or cleric that tasted of foul magic and disgusting fabrics.

Dining on armored adventurers was cumbersome and irritating. The armor was undigestable and rattled in his stomach, taking ages to pass and leaving little joy besides the full belly. Doranth pondered deeply, watching the rise and fall of Enid's chest as she breathed, looking up to the waiting dragon. Doranth's stomach grumbled as his beastly instincts urged him to consume her quickly before she could escape. Years of wisdom and patience allowed his mind to fight off these cravings and consider the possibilities of how he could enjoy this rare opportunity.

"I accept your offer," Doranth rose to his feet, dragging his body towards the pale maiden. "How about you indulge an old dragon before I devour you?"

"What do you have in mind, great one?" Enid's voice barely rose above the sound of shifting coins as Doranth slithered towards her. His scales scatter the light on the walls like stars in the sky, shimmering gold rays from the dying embers. The dragon clasped a barrel in one claw and a large cauldron in the other, ripping away at the stone floor and placing the pot. With a gentle flick of his claws, the barrel's lid was sliced off and rolled on the floor. The dragon held the barrel pouring the water into the cauldron.

"In the chest over, there are some vials. Could you grab them?" Doranth grunted as he emptied another barrel into the pot.

Enid walked over to the chest. It was oak and stamped with the Milroy trading company emblem. The lock was shattered, and the inside contained rows of corked vials filled with red liquid. Enid held two vials up for Doranth. "These?"

"Yes, drink one, please," He motioned with his clawed hand as he spoke, bringing an invisible drink to his lips. It would be humorous if the circumstances were different. The label on the vial said, "Fire Resistance potion."

"Fire resistance?" Enid whispered to herself, confused. The room brightened as flames ignited from Doranth's mouth heating the cauldron. Setting alight the shattered remains of the barrels as the water began to simmer. Enid drank the thick contents of the potion, and she felt the magic spread from her belly, flowing into her body, soaking her aura.

"Time for a bath," Doranth's tongue wrapped around Enid's midriff, lifting her above the bubbling pot. He released her into the boiling water. The potion's effects made the superheated liquid feel like she was in a hot spring in the Nurian mountains. Enid sank into the warm water submerging in the heavenly bath as apples, and assorted greens rained down into the pot.

The aroma of soup filled the cavern as Enid stewed in the broth Doranth stirred the pot with his tongue. He occasionally would coil his tongue around Enid, gripping her as he squeezed the bumps of his tongue down her back to her round buttocks. Drool dripped from his mouth on her as the dragon massaged her body, tasting her. Enid saw the dark pink throat as it widened and contracted. It was the last thing adventurers saw before the end.

"That should be enough," Doranth plucked Enid from the broth. She gasped as the cold air of the cavern chilled her body, only warmth coming from the dragon's tongue wrapped around her abdomen. Doranth's mouth opened wide, pulling Enid inside. She found herself in the dark when his toothy maw shut, sitting on his tongue as the bumps stretched and rubbed her buttocks and legs. 

Doranth's tastebuds flooded his mind with the maiden's flavor, and saliva pooled and poured on Enid's body. She leaned forward, laying her body pressed on the dark pink tongue, pressing her breasts and midriff into its beating flesh. She clenched the sides of the tongue with her legs causing saliva to shoot on her back, flooding down her naked body. Enid wrapped her arms around the tongue, squeezing it and sinking herself into the muscle.

Doranth found himself compelled to chew, his mouth opening and closing, pumping saliva around as his jaws slammed shut with each bite. Enid still clutched his tongue as it rose and fell in the sea of saliva, filling the mouth with the maiden's taste. Happiness filled Doranth's mind as he drifted back to his youth when dragons were revered as deities and maidens would offer themselves to him regularly. Now the visitors to his cavern wanted to skin him rather than be within him.

Deep in the thoughts of better times, the dragon lifted his head. Saliva drained as Doranth's head tilted. The tongue lurched up, and Enid let go, allowing herself to fall into the soft pink throat. The muscles widened as she slid down the slimy warm pathway into the dragon's gullet. A prominent lump pressed out the scales as the pale maiden made her way to the belly of the beast.

The bulge entered the torso and disappeared into the dragon's body as the tan scales returned to their normal shape. Doranth closed his eyes, tasting Enid's lingering flavor, swishing his remaining saliva about as the taste faded away as all good things do. Content with his unexpected meal, the dragon yawned and dragged his aged lumbering body back to the bedding of treasure and trinkets. He curled up, and his ancient mind drifted for the first time in ages, a peaceful sleep.

Enid stood in the knee-deep stomach juices inside the warm tan scaled body. The stomach was lit by the flamesack nearby casting a red glow in the stomach as the walls in the belly moved gently, causing waves mixing the juices. The glittering metal of armor strewn about on the bottom of the stomach. Acid washed, and the owners long melted away, leaving the pristine items to dig into the belly, irritating the proud dragon. 

Enid sloshed through the muck, collecting the armor into a pile. The stomach trickled in more acids to digest the soft pale maiden, turn her to mush and become a part of the dragon. The stomach rumbled as it became smaller, closing in on Enid. The juices rose to her waist as the fleshy walls closed in to submerge her and turn the fragile body into soup.

Enid took the pouch from her hair and withdrew a spool of shimmer steel thread. She ran the line through the armor pieces, tying them into a bundle, finishing as the space decreased around her, bringing the juices lapping against her breasts. Enid reached into the pouch once more and produced a stone with runic carvings. The muck and acids rose above her head. Enid grabbed the bundled armor and squeezed the stone floating in the mix. The stone's runes glowed, and a faint aura spread over her and the armor pieces. A flash of light and Enid and the armor were gone.

Several days had passed when Enid approached the entrance of a wooden building of a shop. The faded sign on the front stated, "Mindy's Magic." Enid was clothed in dark leather armor, concealing most of her body, say, her face. Inside the tome cluttered shop, with the stale smell of parchments and dried ink, a lone pink-haired mage sat behind the counter gazing into a crystal ball with her hands floating inches from it, moving and guiding the flow of magic as she peered into the orb.

"I completed the task," Enid shouted gruffly at the mage, deeply gazing at the crystal.

"I saw, and you did a fantastic job." The mage flashed her fingers, and the crystal showed Enid clinging to the dragon's tongue as it chewed, her face showing pleasure was grinding against the muscle.

"Erase that, Mindy," Enid hissed as her face reddened from embarrassment. She had secretly climaxed from the motions and thought in Doranth's mouth of all places would be free of prying eyes.

"Fair enough, but you did good work. Doranth is free of the armor clogging his insides, and the acid wash made it easy to sell." Mindy spoke softly, handing Enid a pouch of gold coins. "The hearthstone came in handy too, I assume?"

"Yes, and as long as that dragon stays happy and asleep, he should leave the caravans alone for a time." Enid grabbed the fat pouch full of coins and headed for the door when the voice of Mindy rang out, stopping her.

"If you are interested, I have another job lined up for you?" The fresh memories flashed in her mind causing her groin to moisten, thinking about the dragon. "What did you have in mind?"