Devoured By The Eastern Dragon Dai

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 The eastern dragon Dai was well known for being a fearsome predator, one who could defeat and devour any mortal.  Which is why the human Ray sought him out.  Not to defeat the dragon, no.  But to be devoured by Dai.
After finally reaching the mountain, he checked the destination on his map one more time before confirming it: this was indeed where Dai lived.  And so he began traveling up the foot path to the dragon’s cave.  Ray found himself trembling, not from fear or anxiety, but from sheer excitement.  The moment he had waited for was finally here. . .
The trail was longer than he expected, but thankfully it wasn’t treacherous, or dangerous. No, it was a simple journey, just one leg after the other, with no trouble at all.  Ray wondered if the dragon had built the path to him, or if the path had already been here when the creature moved in.  Either way, the simplicity was the deception of it: going to the dragon was simple, but leaving, well, not so much.
After a long journey, Ray finally reached it: the top of the mountain, where the dragon’s cave was located.  He stood in front of the dark entrance, contemplating what he would say.  He’d had a whole speech prepared, but now that he was here, it had vanished from his mind.
Luckily, he didn’t have to think about it long.  There was a loud sniffing noise coming from inside the cave, and then, two beady eyes appeared from the darkness, towering over Ray.
“You shouldn’t be here, human,” a booming, deep voice said, so loud it sent shockwaves though Ray‘s skin.  “What are you doing here?  Have you come to challenge me?  If you have, I can assure you it will end in your timely death, and you will be devoured.”
Ray gulped.  It was hard to think in front of this glorious beast—he couldn’t believe he was finally here.  “I . . . I. . .”
“Well, human?” Dai asked.  The eyes came forward, and the slightest snout of the dragon became visible.  “Speak up.”
“I haven’t come to challenge you!” Ray finally managed to say, blurting the words out.  He gulped, and took a deep breath, measuring his next words.  “I’ve come to be your food, o great and mighty dragon.”
There was a long silence.  Finally, Dai said, “Have you really come to be devoured by me, human?  Or is this a trick for me to get my guard down.  Many have come stating those words—only to try and kill me when I fulfil their request.”
“I’m not here to trick you, I promise,” Ray said, holding his hands up.  “I have no weapons—you can see for yourself.”  He turned his body around slowly, letting the dragon examine him.
Dai’s eyes narrowed.  His mighty snout came down from the sky, and sniffed Ray.  “And you don’t smell of poison,” the dragon noted.  “How interesting.  Your request seems . . . genuine.  Tell me, why do you want to be devoured by me?”
The human smiled.  “I . . . I have always admired you, great dragon.  Your mighty maw that has eaten so many . . . and your great stomach that has digested all who oppose you.  I would love to be a meal for such a ferocious beast.”
The dragon was quiet for a moment.  “You are sincere,” he finally concluded.  “Very well.  I will fulfill your request.  I am hungry, after all.”
Dai stepped out of his cave in front of Ray, going into the light.  That’s when, for the first time, the human got to see the creature’s full, glorious form.
As an eastern dragon, Dai’s blue body was a long, cylindrical shape, sometimes floating in the air—for now, his lower body was settled on the ground.  His head was long and pointy, with white whiskers and beautiful horns.  His teeth were sharp and his tongue was a drooling, pointed thing, slipping just outside his mouth.  And the dragon’s stomach, located in the middle of his body, was clearly growling now.
“You look quite delicious,” Dai said.  His tongue traveled around his lips, leaving slobber in its wake.  “I’m going to grant your request, but don’t think I’m not going to taste every single last bit of you, human.”
“Yes!” Ray blurted out, bowing to the great dragon.  “Please, do what you will with me.”
Dai smirked.  “Don’t worry, I definitely will.
“Now take off your clothing.  I like to taste my food, not cloth.  And that’s not something I can often do, so I’m going to savor this moment.”
The human nodded.  Then he began to strip.
He took of his shirt, revealing his chest to the dragon.  “A fine piece of food so far,” Dai commented, nodding in approval.  “Keep going.”
“Ok.”  Ray then removed his pants, which showed his meaty legs to the creature (along with his hardening cock, which the dragon didn’t care for either way).  Finally, he took off his shoes, and then looked up at Dai.  He was smiling.  “You look like an exquisite piece of meat,”
“Thank you,” the human said, blushing.
Dai lowered his head down from the sky, and placed it in front of the human, a few feet away.  There was a distinctive smell coming from it, and when the dragon opened his mouth, that smell got stronger.
Ray gasped.  The maw stank to high heaven, full of the disgusting scents of chewed-up food, a great variety of stinky aromas.  Most of it was meaty, fish and beef and the like, and when the dragon breathed, his breath went all over the human’s body, filling him with the smells.  It was absolutely wonderful—heavenly even.
“Get inside,” Dai ordered, opening his maw wide and sticking out his tongue.  “If you really want to be food, now’s your chance, human.”
Ray nodded.  He didn’t hesitate for a second: he practically dove into the maw of the beast, jumping right onto the tongue and landing in the center of it.  The organ was squishy and soft, with the smells of the mouth radiating from it.  It hugged him like a sleeping bag, and Ray could feel the dragon pressing the tongue against him, tasting him.  Dai let out a contented moan the reverberated around the human’s body.  “You taste /very/ good,” the dragon said.  “I can’t wait to taste you more. . .”
And with that, Dai slowly brought his tongue back into his mouth, bringing the organ out of the daylight and into his maw,  Then he slowly began to close it, removing Ray from the outside world bit by bit, darkness taking over the inside of the maw.  Until, finally, the mouth was completely closed, leaving the human in pitch blackness.
He lay there on the tongue, taking everything in for a moment.  The smells were stronger than ever with the mouth closed, and the tongue pulsed strongly against his skin, its squishy surface covering his body with saliva.  For a long while he lay there, taking it all in, absorbing the strangely beautiful atmosphere that was the inside of Dai’s tight maw.  He had wanted to be here for a very, very, long time, after all, and he was going to cherish every single second of it.
And so, predator and prey got to know each other, with the dragon feeling his meat squirm on his tongue, and the human feeling the tongue twitch and move underneath him, tasting his flesh.  They stayed like that for a bit longer, and then Dai made his move.
“Now, time to get a better taste of you, human,” the dragon murmured.  “Hold on tight. . .”
The tongue Ray was on reared up, moving slowly, and brought the human up to Dai’s upper palette, pressing his meat against the stop of his mouth, smooshing Ray gently but firmly as he tasted the human further.  Ray laughed at the pleasant sensation—it was almost like a massage, except if the whole place was closed and smelly, and he enjoyed it immensely.  It was actually quite calming to the human, and the process stretched out his back and legs nicely.
“So plump and tender,” said Dai, his voice sending shivers of delight through Ray’s body.  “Such a lovely body to taste. . .”
The human was pressed again against the top of the mouth, squished there firmly for one last time before he was finally released.  The pressure left his body, and he wasn’t stretched further anymore.  Dai paused, letting Ray rest at the center of the tongue for a brief few moments, and then spoke again.
“That was a good tasting, human.  But let us go even further.  This will be a bit more tumultuous. . .”
And then the tongue was moving, tilting at a diagonal angle, slowly bringing Ray over to the dragon’s cheek.  The human smiled as the tongue moved, and when he was pressed against the inside of Dai’s cheek, he couldn’t help but laugh—it, too, smelled terrible, just as he wanted, and it was very pliable.  His body, mixed in with the force the dragon was exerting with his tongue, easily made the surface give way, and so he was pressed against it, Dai’s contented moans making him shake and shiver from the vibrations.
And then the tongue moved again, retreating from that side and moving onto the other, forcing Ray’s body against it.  The whole thing was like being embraced on all sides by warm, wet, stinky walls, slime oozing down the sides and dripping onto his skin, piling on top of his back.  And Ray found each moment more enjoyable then the last, a sensory experience that left him reeling with delight.  He leaned into the cheek, wanting to be tasted more, happy Dai found him to be such a good treat.
“Delicious,” the dragon murmured, sending Ray back to the center of the mouth.  “I think I’ve had my fill of your flavor.  My stomach detects I have good meat—it wants you, and I am not the type to keep it waiting, human.”  Right on queue, Ray heard loud gurgling noise come up from the throat, making him shiver as it reached his ears.  It was probably much louder inside the creature’s belly—and he couldn’t wait to go in there.  “Down the hatch.”
The tongue tilted, going downward this time and Ray slid on the length of its surface, stopping at a slippery edge that he knew had to be the throat.  Before he could do or say anything, a loud /gulp/ reverberated through the chamber, and his head was grabbed by mighty, tight muscles.  Then his entire body was inside Dai’s mighty throat.
Ray smiled.  The throat was uncomfortable, with tight walls that squeezed around his form, and stank to high heaven—the walls were giving off a rancid scent that was inescapable (partially because his nose was crammed against it).  In other words, it was the throat of his dreams, smell and all, and the human considered himself lucky to be in such a perfect place.  The esophagus pulled steadily at his body, sending him down inch by inch, and as he traveled downward, Ray found his heart pounding in his chest, because he knew he would soon reach his final destination: the stomach.
It was a slow and steady journey, one that seemed to take ages to finally complete.  But finally, Ray heard loud growls below, and looked down to see he was almost at the barrier between stomach and throat: the sphincter, waiting patiently for him to arrive.  Each pull brought him closer and closer, and he soon arrived, pressing against the wall of flesh—which responded by opening, revealing the dragon’s belly to him.  Then he got his first glimpse into his new home.
It greeted him with a loud /guuuuurgle/, and he heard fluid splashing down below—some of it sounded thin and watery, while other liquids sounded goopy and slimy.  Was he going to be submerged in that soon?  His heart skipped a beat at the thought.
Also, the whole place was even smellier than the throat and the mouth combined: it was more than chewed-up food down here, after all: it was digested food, and that brought with it a whole assortment of scents.  From the stomach acids to themselves to the variety of foods that had rotted here, all the smells greeted his nose.  And he loved them.
The esophagus slowly lowered him into the belly, piece by piece.  When only his feet were left inside, he was finally able to reach out and feel the pool of stomach juices below: some pieces were thick, like jello or sludge, while the rest of it was thin, surrounding the other parts.  Ray imagined those gross juices against his body, and a smile came to his face.
Finally, the throat shoved the final piece of him inside, and Ray was released from its grip.  For a moment he was free-falling—but only for a moment, because he soon splashed into the pool of stomach liquids, crashing against stinky, pliable, tight walls that hugged around his body and embraced his form.  He sat up in the gunk, leaning against the stomach walls, and took in his new home.
Now that he was down here, he realized the walls were dripping, giving off slime and liquid every moment, which ran down his flesh and into the pool below.  His lower body was submerged in the pool, surrounded by watery acid and sludgy goo which stank to high heaven and gurgled around his flesh, threatening to break him up.  He was finally in the one place he had wanted to be in all his life: a predator’s eager belly.  And even better, he was in /Dai’s/ belly.
“Like it down there, prey?” the dragon asked, his voice muffled by the walls surrounding Ray.  “You won’t be inside me for long.  Digestion is a quick process. . . So enjoy my gut while it lasts, meat.”
/Oh, I will/, Ray thought, leaning against the oozing walls.  The liquid he was sitting in was starting to bubble now, and he sighed in contentment, listening to the pleasant sound, hearing the water come against his flesh.  It was almost like a sauna, really.  The smelliest, best sauna in the world.
It didn’t take long for the human to feel . . . /melty/.  He realized that it felt like his back was melting into the stomach walls, which were pressed tightly against him now, and down below, his legs and stomach were getting a liquidy feeling.  There was a gurgle, and suddenly more stomach fluids were pouring down, bringing the pool up further, until it reached his chest.  They got slightly hotter as they went, too, and Ray smiled.
More and more of him melted into the dragon, the stomach liquids taking his flesh and breaking it down for Dai’s sustenance.  The walls moved closer, squeezing against the human, getting more sludge onto his body as they did so.  Soon he couldn’t really feel his back anymore, nor could he feel anything below his chest.  The belly growled again, and liquid poured down, bringing the pool of ooze up until it reached his neck.  It pressed against Ray’s body, the bubbles coming against his flesh, bringing a tingling sensation with each pop.  A rancid smell was coming from the pool, and he knew it had to be his rotting flesh.  Ray knew exactly what was happening—but he wasn’t going to resist, no.  Wasn’t this what he always wanted, to be used as food by such a ferocious predator?  He was getting the digestion of his dreams.
The walls squished him again, making the entire space tight and compact.  The melty feeling was spreading further, creeping up his chest, taking him bit by bit. Ray knew his time was almost up.  And as the belly growled and squeezed around him, and the melting got closer to his heart, he couldn’t help but smile at the experience.  Silently he thanked Dai, grateful that the dragon had given him this.  That was his last thought before he blacked out.
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Ray groaned, and slowly opened his eyes, sitting up from the ground.  What happened?  He remembered climbing the mountain, and then—
Suddenly, he remembered.  Meeting Dai.  Being eaten.  Being /digested/.  That hadn’t all been a good dream . . . had it.
“Ah.  You’re finally awake, human.”
Ray turned, and realized Dai was there, looming over his body.  Looking around, he saw he was in a cave, and realized it had to be the dragon’s home.  “What’s going on?” the human asked, feeling somewhat disappointed.  “You ate me, right?”
“That is correct,” Dai replied, licking his lips.  “You were quite delicious, I must say.”
“So why am I alive?” asked Ray.  “Did you, um . . . regurgitate me?”
“Your body would be in a much worse shape if I had,” noted the dragon, and Ray realized he was right: his body was in perfect shape, almost as if nothing had happened.  Dai smiled.  “No, I didn’t regurgitate you.  I let you digest in there, and then I absorbed some energy and allowed you to reform.”
Ray turned to him in surprise.  “Reform?”
The dragon nodded.  “I have my skills, human.  And one of them is letting those I devour reform—but only if I wish.”
“Why did you reform me?”
Dai grinned.  “Because I haven’t had such a delicious and willing meal in a /very/ long time,” he informed Ray.  “And I would be happy to have it many more times, human.
“What do you say?  Will you become my food another time?”
Was that even a question?!  Ray didn’t even have to think.  “Of course!” he replied eagerly, smiling.  “Please, eat me again!  I loved it.”
“Good,” Dai said.  He licked his lips.
“Get some rest.  I will eat you again soon.”