Being Draco's Dinner

Another Draco story.  I believe this one qualifies as both soft and hard vore?  Let me know what you think.

Poll results are in!   Y'all want a deer pred--so a deer pred you shall get.  Look forward to it tomorrow! C:

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 “Who goes there?” the dragon shouted threateningly from his cave.  He could smell the human outside, and though he wasn’t fond of fighting, the dragon was quite good at it.
“I. . .”  Richard swallowed hard.  He was shaking, partially out of nervousness, partially out of excitement.  Finally, he was in front of the great and mighty Draco!  And hopefully the dragon could grant his request. . .
“Are you a Dragon Slayer, boy?” Draco called from his cave.
“No!” Richard quickly replied.  “I’m not.  I’ve come asking for your help.”
“My help?”  The dragon laughed.  “The last time I helped a human, it didn’t quite go well.  What exactly to you seek?”  For now, he was humoring his guest, but the moment true intentions were revealed, Draco was ready to strike.
Richard took a deep breath.  “I was. . .”  He swallowed.  “I was wondering if I could be your meal.”
A pause.  Then, Draco let out a loud laugh.  “So, you want to be eaten by me, do you?”
“Y-Yes!” Richard called, anxious and eager.
For a long moment, there was silence.  Then two beady eyes appeared in the darkness, and stared down at Richard.
“How interesting, human,” Draco said.  The dragon chuckled, sounding amused.  “Are you sure?  I don’t reason with food, you know.  Once you’ve crossed that line, there’s no going back.”
“I’m sure,” Richard said.  He swallowed.  “I’ve always admired dragons—the way they swallow damsels has always drawn me.  I’d love to be food for you.”
Draco grinned.  “Very well, /meal/.  Enter my cave.”
Richard walked forward, and stepped inside Draco’s lair.  For a moment there was nothing but darkness.  Then fire puffed out of the dragon’s mouth, and let up several torches on the wall.  Draco looked down at the human and started drooling.  He licked his lips.
“Such a plump little fellow you are,” the dragon said.  That awakened Richard’s natural prey instincts, and he lit up with pride.  “I can’t wait to have you in my stomach.
“Let’s not waste any time.  Strip, meat.”
Richard immediately obeyed, throwing his shirt onto the floor of the cave, and quickly taking off his pants.  As he stripped, Draco stared at him, drooling even more than before.  “Scrumptious,” the dragon murmured, and the prey human smiled.  He couldn’t wait to be food for this magnificent creature.
Once his clothes was fully off, Draco opened his maw wide.  Richard stared into his drooling, cavernous mouth, eager to be inside.  The dragon stuck out his tongue and licked the human, starting at Richard’s feet and going up to his head.  “Mmmm,” Draco murmured, licking his lips.  “I’m going to enjoy this.”
The dragon bent down so that his head was in front of the human’s.  Then, he opened his maw wide.  Richard gasped and reached out, touching the slimy, eager tongue.  Fuck, he was so ready for this.
“What are you waiting for, meat?” Draco asked.  “Climb inside of my mouth.  Then we can begin.”
Richard obeyed, and heaved himself up, swinging his legs into the dragon’s maw.  Draco stuck out his tongue to hold the human up, drool dripping from the appendage as it tasted the meat.  “Oh gods,” the dragon muttered.  “You are /delicious/.”
Richard swelled with pride.  Draco sucked more of him inside, and suddenly most of the human was in the mouth, with his head and upper torso poking out.  Richard glanced down toward the dragon’s throat, his heart skipping a beat.  Oh fuck.  Was it was finally happening?
Draco lifted his head back up and felt his meat inside, grinning at the wonderful taste.  Then he began to lick his food, doing everything he could to get more flavor.
Richard moaned as the tongue prodded him.  Every touch, every sensation was eliciting an enormous amount of pleasure.  It was surreal being here—he could barely believe that it was /truly/ happening!  This was all his fantasies come to life, and every single second just increased his happiness all the more.  The human gasped as he was licked and poked, loving the way the mouth rumbled as Draco said, “Mmmmm!”  He was being treated as the prey he knew he was—and the human loved every second of it.
It was also a sexually stimulating time.  Every lick and prod worked up Richard’s cock, making him harder than he had ever been in his life.  Soon the human went from moaning, to giving loud cries as he was tasted.  Draco chuckled, and licked harder, knowing exactly what this was doing to Richard.  A moment later, Richard orgasmed with a loud gasp, squirting cum down the amazing tongue, and sending it to the stomach below.
Draco tasted the cum as it went down his throat, then went back to savoring his main course.  The dragon savored the delicious, willing meal, carefully tasting every inch of it with his massive tongue.  He loved meat like this—easy, quick prey that never struggled, never resisted, just let itself be eaten.  And it was getting time to swallow it down.
But first, the dragon wanted a real taste.
Richard felt the tongue shifting him around in the mouth, and his arms were repeatedly poked by the appendage.  After a while, the human got the hint, and spread them out, so they left the confines of the mouth.  “Good,” the dragon muttered.  He opened his mouth wide, letting his jaw go down low.  Then he brought it back up, and bit the human’s arms clean off.  It wasn’t just one clean stroke, however—it took a few bites for the appendages to be removed.
Richard gasped in astonished happiness at the pain that followed.  Fuck, he really was just a piece of meat now.  But instead of scaring him, that fact, drilled in all the more now, elated the human.   He could hear his heart beat an anticipation as he waited for Draco to finally gulp him down.
The dragon licked up the blood that left the human’s bare shoulders, tasting the inside of his meat.  Ah, that was even better than the outside of his meal!  He needed more—and Draco knew just how to get it.
He poked the human until his legs were spread out, poking out of the maw.  Then, Draco bit down again, taking off Richard’s legs and bringing them into his mouth.  As the human watched in awe, the dragon chewed up his arms and legs until they were nothing but pulp.  Then, the broken-down meat was gulped down the throat, and sent to the stomach.  Just watching it made Richard—who was now a limbless torso— extremely hard.
Once the meat pieces plopped down inside Draco belly, he felt it growl in anticipation.  His gut couldn’t wait anymore—so Draco decided to indulge it, and send the food down.
Richard was lifted up by the tongue and tossed around the mouth, savored just a bit more by the hungry dragon.  Then he was pushed down toward the throat—this was the final moment.  The human looked outside the maw one last time, watching the torch light glint on Draco’s teeth, and then, /gulp/!  Draco swallowed him down, and sent him to the stomach.
The throat’s tight walls squeezed relentlessly around Richard, increasing the pain from his bare limbs.  It was a bit uncomfortable, but more than anything, it reminded the human of his status of food—and nothing more.  He was steadily sent down, down to the stomach, inch by inch, moment by moment.  Until finally . . .
. . . he reached it.
His head brushed against a barrier, and before Richard could realize what it was, the sphincter opened up underneath him, brushing against his bare limb ends, and let him inside the stomach.  The belly greeted him with loud growls and grumbles, which only increased in volume as more of Richard entered the hungry gut.  When all of him was inside, the human found himself curled up at the bottom of the dragon’s large stomach, leaning against pliable, living walls.
He’d always known he was prey.  And now, he was home, where he belonged.
Draco felt it as the human entered his stomach, and sighed in contentment as the meat filled up his belly.  “Delicious,” he muttered, patting his gut, feeling the bulge that formed with Richard’s presence.  The dragon licked his lips, tasting his meal one last time.  “I can’t wait for you to digest, my tasty meat.”
The light was dim in the stomach, but just in front of Richard, he could make out the pile of meat that used to be his arms and legs.  Staring of it just reminded him all the more of his status as mere food, and as he leaned against the stomach walls, the human could feel a tingling feeling. . .
Stomach acid started to form at the bottom of the gut, and then began to drip off of the walls, getting on Richard from the sides and the top.  Each touch of acid stung the human terribly, and he knew this liquid was designed to completely digest him.  In front of Richard, the pulped pile of limbs was also starting to be broken down, acid bubbling from the bottom of the gut and lapping up the meaty mound.
The acid started lapping at him, too.  It hit his skin from all sides, chewing into it and digging through the layers with ease.  Richard felt the digestive process starting to overcome him, and it made him gasp in awe.  This powerful gut spared no meal—and now, that meal was him.
The acid made its way up his skin, slowly melting it until the human’s bones were exposed.  The belly let out a loud growl around Richard, and continued its relentless pursuit on his flesh.  In front of him, the pile of flesh was halfway melted, and foreshadowed what fate the belly had in store.
Soon enough, the human’s skin was completely gone, thanks to the acid.  He could feel his exposed body starting to fall apart, as layers were laid bare by the strong stomach.  The meat mound was completely gone—and soon, he would be, too.  The acid continued its work.
Richard was completely melting away.  His bones were exposed inside the stomach, and his organs were dumping out of his bare chest, landing on the acid-filled floor of the stomach.  He took a deep breath, and found it was getting very hard to breathe in here.  Perhaps his lungs were starting to digest as well.  If that was the case, surely he would be gone soon—and he couldn’t wait.
He didn’t have to wait long.  The acid dug into his lungs, and suddenly the human’s breath was gone.  When he tried to breathe, he ended up passing out instead.  Once he was gone, the stomach made quick work of him.
“Ahhhh,” Draco said, feeling the last of his meal digest.  He leaned against the wall of his cave, waiting patiently as the meat made its way through his digestive system.  It traveled through his gut and down his intestines, and soon enough, the dragon had to take a shit.
He walked to the corner of his cave, the one where he disposed of all his human meals.  Draco bent down, and began to expel Richard from his system.
Bits of shit squirted from the dragon’s ass, piling up on the cave floor and becoming a rather large heap.  More and more of Richard left Draco, until finally, all of him was out.
The dragon turned around to admire his work.  His powerful stomach had completely broken down the human meat, and now, this pile was all that was left of Richard.
“You were absolutely delicious,” Draco said, licking his lips.  “If only all my meals were as willing as you.”
Then he curled up on the floor of his cave, and went to sleep.  After a good meal, one deserved a good nap.