King Thorax's First Meal

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 Ember, lord of the dragons, walked through the twisting halls of the hive, a place she now knew well.  Since she met Thorax, she had visited him many times, and loved any opportunity to visit the one she loved.  Today, she was just stopping by to say hello, and looked forward to chatting with her boyfriend once again.
It took a while, but finally, she reached the top of the hive, where Thorax’s throne was.  The ruler himself was sitting on top of it, looking rather frustrated.  Upon seeing Ember, Thorax turned to his guards, and said, “Leave us.  I’d like to have a private meeting with the Dragon Lord.”  At once, they were gone—the two were alone now.
“Well, never thought I’d see such a frown on your face!” she exclaimed, walking up to the throne and giving an extravagant bow.
“Ember, we’ve gone over this,” the changeling said with a laugh.  “You don’t have to be so formal.”  He smiled.  “It’s great to see you.”
“You too.”  She hopped on the throne and snuggled next to him.  He gave her a gentle kiss on the top of her forehead.  “So, what’s got you so down?”
Thorax sighed.  “Just a misbehaving changeling.  He’s been disrupting the hive so much and refuses to let up—it’s been seriously injuring people, and hurting the community!”  He groaned.  “I don’t want to banish him or anything, but . . . /something/ has to be done!  And I don’t know what that ‘something’ should be yet.”
“I see.”  Ember smiled.  “That’s a tough problem.  Troublemakers are always /very/ troublesome, aren’t they?  But I might have a solution for you. . .”
“Really?!” the changeling exclaimed.  “What is it?”
She leaned close, and whispered into her lover’s ear, “You can always . . . /eat/ the problem away.”
When the dragon leaned back, she saw a look of genuine shock on Thorax’s face.  “What?!” he exclaimed.  “Why would I do that?  Is that really the right way to go?”  But there was a flicker of desire in his eyes, a moment of hunger, and Ember smiled.
“Come on Thorax, you know you want to do it!  Besides, I eat misbehaving dragons all the time!” she told him.  “It works /great/ for sorting out the bad apples.”
“I don’t know, Ember,” Thorax said, his voice hesitant.  “That seems a little extreme to me, don’t you think?”
“Not at all,” she said.  “It helps everyone see there’s a consequence for misbehaving in your kingdom.  You swallow them alive, and everyone gets to see your bulging belly digesting the one who dared to try and ruin your community.”  She smirked.  “It’s actually quite lovely, seeing other people’s reactions.  Plus, full bellies are great.”
Thorax swallowed hard.  “Well . . . maybe,” he said, scratching his chin.
“Just try it!” Ember insisted.  “Just eat this one changeling and see how you like it.  And if you don’t, you won’t have to do it ever again.”
The changeling thought for a moment.  “. . . Ok,” he finally said, smiling.  “I trust you, my love.  Let’s do it.”
Ember smiled.  “Fantastic.  I’ll be here with you all the way.”
“Thank you.”  Thorax turned to the door.  “Guards!” he called, and they returned there at once.  “Get me Tarsus at once.  I need to speak with him with Ember, the Dragon Lord,” he ordered them.
The guards bowed, and went on their way.  A few minutes later, Tarsus was brought in.  There was a huge smirk on his face, as if he thought he wouldn’t be in any trouble—as if he thought Thorax was the unassertive changeling he once was.  /Boy/, Ember thought, smirking back at him, /is he going to turn out wrong./
“Thank you, guards,” Thorax said, hopping off his throne and landing in front of Tarsus.  “Now, leave us.”  The guards bowed to their king, and then left the room.
Ember flew off the throne, landing behind Tarsus.  The changeling was surrounded now—he wouldn’t be getting away anytime soon.
“So, what did you need, my mighty king?” Tarsus asked, a sure smile sprouting from his lips.
“Tarsus, you’ve been disrupting this colony for too long,” Thorax began.  “I know you think you’re doing lighthearted pranks, but your antics have seriously injured people, and broken some of the infrastructure of our home!”  He frowned.  “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Did you want me to apologize, /my king/?” the changeling sneered.  “I’m just having some fun.  That shouldn’t be a problem, should it?”
“Fun is fine, but when it’s hurting others, you have to stop.  Now,” the monarch said, narrowing his eyes, “will you stop?”
Tarsus seemed to think for a moment, and his face turned serious.  But soon, that smile returned.  “No, I won’t, your /majesty/,” he answered.  “I’m going to keep going.  So what are you going to do about it.”
“I. . .”  Thorax hesitated for a moment, glancing over at Ember.  The Dragon Lord gave him a reassuring nod, and the changeling king strengthened his resolve.  “I am going to devour you!” he shouted.  “And I will make you an example for all who try and disrupt my kingdom like that.”
Tarsus stared at him for a moment.  Then he started to laugh, though it sounded forced.  “That’s funny,” he said.  “What on earth do you—”
That’s when Ember pounced.  She flew up in the air and landed on top of Tarsus, forcing the changeling down to the ground.  “Hey, what are you doing?!” Tarsus yelled, trying to stand.  But the dragon’s grip remained firm.
“Now, Thorax!” Ember said.  “Do it!”
Thorax looked down at Tarsus.  Seeing the indignant look in the changeling’s eyes, the total refusal to accept what he had done—it filled the king with righteous rage.  And he knew he had to get rid of this blot on his kingdom, here and now.
Thorax leaned forward and closed his lips down on Tarsus’s head, chomping down on it.  He didn’t let his teeth hit the changeling, but sucked him in with his lips.  “What the?!” Tarsus exclaimed, trying to pull his head out.  But the king’s grip stayed true, and his tongue lapped up the snarky subject, tasting him.
His eyes immediately widened.  This was one of the best tasting thing he’d ever had, a sweet and spicy taste that danced on Tarsus’s skin.  “Like him, huh?” Ember said, seeing her lover’s grin.  “Good job.  Keep going!”
The king did so, and sent Tarsus into his throat with a decisive /gulp/.  The disobedient changeling screamed as he was thrust into the tight space, and he started squirming like mad, trying to get out of this.  But Ember held him tight, and said to Thorax, “You’re doing great, love.  Show this guy who’s boss!”
At her encouragement, the king swallowed again, sending Tarsus’s neck inside his throat and bringing the chest inside his maw.  His mouth widened to fit the bigger bite, and Thorax moaned, tasting the large portion of delicious meat—it was /amazing/.  “Tastes good, doesn’t it?” Ember asked, seeing his expression.  “Eat him right up, Thorax. . .!”
He did so, swallowing again and shoving the changeling’s chest into his mouth, licking Tarsus all over and drooling over every bit.  The front feet were still squirming, but they were almost inside his mouth.  And the back legs were pinned by Ember, unable to move.  “You’re doing great,” Ember assured him.  Throax smiled, and gulped once more.
He sucked in Tarsus’s stomach, and two things happened.  First, Tarsus’s forepaws slid inside of his mouth, unable to struggle any longer in the tight space.  Second, the changeling’s journey down the throat came to an end, and he popped into Thorax’s stomach.  It gurgled in greeting to the new resident, who screamed in terror upon realizing where he was.  The only one who could hear his cries, however, was the king.  But Ember saw the king’s stomach bulge out, and realized Tarsus was making his entrance.  Thorax also felt the changeling enter his belly, and gasped in delight.  So this was what life food felt like—it was a wonderful feeling, knowing it was almost inside of him.  Just a few more swallows. . .
He reached the changeling’s behind and started swallowing Tarsus’s legs—only that and the wings were left to eat.  “Almost there,” Ember said, letting go of the legs and watching them writhe around.  “You got this, babe!”
Thorax took a deep breath, and then sucked in the legs in a series of successive gulps, pulling them in like strands of spaghetti, dumping Tarsus inside his belly and bulging it out even more.  Ember walked forward and put a hand on his boyfriend’s big gut, giving him a smile.
He smiled back at her, and then swallowed the wings, sending them down his throat.  Finally, all of Tarsus was inside of him.
“You did such a good job, love,” Ember said, cuddling next to him and rubbing his extended stomach.
“Thanks.”  Thorax took a moment to breathe.  “I can’t believe I did that. . . That was amazing.”
“LET ME OUT!”  They were interrupted by a loud cry from the king’s stomach.  Now that Ember was close to him, she could hear Tarsus’s talking from his belly.  “Please, your majesty!” he begged.  “I won’t vandalize anymore!  I won’t prank anyone either!  Just please let me out of here!”
Thorax glanced over at Ember.  “Maybe I should—”
“He’s not letting you out!” the Dragon Lord growled at Tarsus, leaning down toward the belly and giving it a decisive poke.  “You had your chance, and you wasted it.  Now you’ll be food for the king, nothing more, nothing less.”
“No, please, please!” Tarsus begged.  “I’ll do anything, just let me out!  I can feel the stomach acids dripping on meeee!”
Ember looked over at Thorax.  “Remember, be decisive,” she said, giving him a smile.
He nodded, and looked down at his belly, patting it.  “Sorry Tarsus,” he said loudly, “but you had your chance to change.  I asked you quite clearly to stop, remember?  You said you would not, so now this is your punishment.  Now you’re just food.”
Thorax looked at Ember with a grin on his face.  Both of them snuggled next to each other, ignoring the screams of terror coming from the changeling’s stomach.  Ember reached out and rubbed his belly, pressing against the food inside as she massaged his gut.  “Oooh . . . that feels so good,” Thorax said, leaning back against the base of his throne.  So Ember continued, even as Tarsus protested inside, crying out in pained annoyance.
“So, think you’ll do this more in the future?” Ember asked, continuing to rub.
“It might be worth looking into,” Thorax admitted.  “It’ll make an example out of the bad apples for sure, just like you said.  And,” he continued, blushing a little, “I get a great meal out of it. . .”
“Fantastic!” the Dragon Lord exclaimed.  Underneath her hand, Thorax’s stomach was gurgling louder, and Tarsus’s let out some painful cries.  “And I have a little reward for you, for getting that guy in your gut so well.”
“Oh yeah?” Thorax asked.  “What’s tha—?”
Before he could finish, Ember kissed him, her scaley lips coming in contact with his insect-like ones.  He kissed her back, and they stayed like that for a long time, savoring each other, neither wanting to let go.  Until finally, Ember hesitantly retreated, giving her boyfriend a smile.
“Liked that?” she asked.
“Of course,” he replied, smiling.  “I like all the gifts you’ve given into my life.”
“Good.”  She leaned against him, putting one hand back on his large stomach.  Tarsus wasn’t screaming anymore.
“Will you kiss me like that /every/ time I eat a disobedient changeling?” Thorax teased.
“Maybe,” Ember said, smirking.
The king laughed.  “Thanks, Ember.”
“For what?”
“For . . . opening such delicious possibilities.”
“You’re very welcome, my love.”