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Chapter #7
Into the dragon's maw
by: A former member
Strings of saliva stretch from fang to fang as its jaw opens wide. Sensing your resignation, it grips both your legs with one great paw, guiding them gently towards its waiting maw. There is a slight tickle as your paw pads brush against its thick, course tongue; strands of drool are forming on the roof of its mouth and dripping on to your legs, and you can feel the hot, smelly breath of the beast as you are drawn toward its gullet.
The dragon gives a delighted growl. It slides its long tongue across your buttocks and over your back, until the two long forks at the tip creep over your shoulders and grip you firmly. You lie back with a sigh on the soft flesh, saliva oozing through your clothes and soaking into your grey fur. The tongue snakes back into the dragon’s mouth, and you feel the tips of your feet pass into the monster’s gullet. It swallows hard, making its head convulse, and your ankles slide into the slimy gullet. Raising its head to the sky, the dragon gulps slowly, allowing your weight to carry you down its tongue and into the darkness with a sickly sound.
All light is extinguished as the warm, slimy muscles embrace you, squirting sticky saliva and squeezing you tight, making you gasp for air as you are forced downward. It takes only moments before you are expelled into the stomach; you sit in a pool of smelly gunk, wondering whether you made the right decision.
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