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“So, will you do it?”
Those were the last words following the woman’s lengthy explanation, an appeal to a close, long-time friend.
Iris, a rather large dragoness, was laying comfortably on the ground, looking down at her human companion with a somewhat surprised expression. Despite the seemingly ridiculous nature of the woman’s request, she had stayed quiet throughout her friend’s pitch, her large eyes growing steadily wider the more she heard.
“You really are a weird one, Emma. Has anyone ever told you that?” Iris remarked.
“Yes. You have. Repeatedly,” Emma replied.
“Well this time it’s more like crazy. You do realize what you’re asking, right?” the dragoness inquired, though her tone revealed that she was actually much more comfortable with the idea than she let on. In fact she sounded quite relaxed as she gazed down at her little companion, who was now trying her best attempt at puppy-dog eyes as if she were still a little girl.
Iris smirked, and a grin started to break through Emma’s facade.
“So you’ll do it then?” Emma asked.
The dragoness shot her one final look, as if to say playfully “you asked for this,” before lowering her head to the ground and letting her bottom jaw fall open.
Emma- who had been quite confident that Iris would agree, given their history- had come to make her request already in the nude. Good thing too, cause otherwise her clothes would have started to feel pretty tight right about now. She felt the hot breath of her scaly friend wash over her bare skin as she approached the dragon’s gaping maw, and a familiar sensation began spreading throughout her body.
A few random memories of Iris eating flashed through her mind, but she shooed them away. She wanted to experience this completely in the moment.
Emma reached out and placed a hand on one of the dragon’s large fangs, watching the red tongue as it slithered gently in anticipation. She noticed her heartbeat begin to pulse in her ears. An excited, lustful, but nervous smile spread across her face. She reached out her other hand and grabbed a second tooth, and using them carefully as handholds, she lifted herself up and set her bare feet down on the squishy, red surface beyond.
A shiver ran up her spine as she felt her toes sink into the wet muscle. Excitedly, she let herself fall onto her hands and knees, eager to feel the warm slickness of the dragoness’ maw envelope even more of her body. She felt the tips of her nipples brush ever-so-gently against the slimy surface below and she gasped. She might have broken down and started pleasuring herself right then and there if not for another, even more enticing thought, that stood at the forefront of her mind.
Awkwardly, she started crawling her way deeper, working her way up the gentle slope of her friend’s tongue. Her fingers began to twitch as she resisted the urge to touch herself, her sensitive skin brushing ever so tenderly against the wet flesh with every move she made.
Finally, she poked her head up over the edge, and suddenly found herself face to face with the hungry abyss of the dragoness’ gullet. It was mostly closed, parting only slightly with the gentle rhythm of her friend’s breath; releasing a hot gust of wind over her as she exhaled, only to suck in fresh, cool air that whipped around her exposed skin, beckoning her along as it disappeared into the darkness.
She stared into the fleshy tunnel until her body practically began to scream, and only then did she finally give in and set to work.
Steadying herself, she let her chest drop down and brushed her breasts firmly against Iris’ tongue. A deep, shuttering breath escaped her as she began rubbing back and forth, the dragon’s thick saliva spreading over her nipples.
She felt her own building fluids begin to leak from between her legs, her lower lips crying out for attention, so Emma let herself collapse onto one arm and one shoulder as she brought a hand down to her crotch. Rubbing her slick fingers along the outskirts of her needful opening, she let out a low moan.
For one long, glorious moment she held herself in that uncomfortable position, massaging her own sensitive reaches with firm strokes of her fingers while she rocked forward and back. Until through a mixture of relaxation and lustful haze she let herself collapse completely, landing with a wet splat on the slimy tongue.
Emma moaned even louder as she felt her whole front half now in full contact with the slick warmth, but the bulk of her attention was on her clit as it pressed deeply into red flesh. She spent a few moments grinding her hips into the welcoming heat, rubbing her hands along her wet body, until she found herself getting so slick that she started sliding back down the tongue.
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to pause for a moment as she turned over. Settling in a more comfortable position, with her butt and back against the wet muscle, she set her hands back to work on her breasts and slit, now staring out at the world through the frame of Iris’ dripping maw.
Ohhh, it’s even better than I imagined, Emma thought, letting her fingers tread a bit deeper into her own depths as her palm vigorously rubbed against her button. But we’re just getting started…
“So, how do I taste?” Emma asked through her labored breaths.
“Wow, you really are getting into this, aren’t you?” the dragoness replied.
“Come on Iris. Remember I said I wanted to do this in character,” Emma insisted.
“How do I let you talk me into these things?” Iris asked rhetorically.
“Ugh, just stay quiet while I finish warming up. But you better be in character when we get to the good stuff,” Emma instructed.
“You know, I don’t normally take demands from my food,” Iris retorted.
The dragoness’ tone and choice of words sent a new shiver up Emma’s spine. Much better, she praised silently.
She kept at it for another few minutes, speechlessly rubbing her fingers along her body, and rubbing her body along the slippery tongue below, until she felt her pleasure begin to plateau.
Prying her hands off herself, she took a deep breath and let her mind clear for a moment. Panting and probably sweating (though it was hard to tell), she considered the state of her body. She was thoroughly horny now, soaking wet inside and out. She was ready for the main event.
A bit laboriously, she pried herself up off the slimy tongue and turned around before letting herself flop back onto her chest. With her head now facing the outside world and her feet pointing inward towards the dragon’s depths, Emma called out.
“Okay Iris, I’m ready!”
“If you say so. I do hope you enjoy yourself in there,” the dragoness replied, before decidedly adding on, “I know I sure will.”
The tongue, which had been remarkably still so far, suddenly sprung to life. It lifted Emma up and held her for a moment in the center of the massive maw as Iris raised her head, first to the horizon and then slowly towards the sky.
The pounding in Emma’s ears intensified as she quickly found her world turning. The gentle downward ramp aiming her towards the outside world was now hurriedly changing into a steep, slippery slope which aimed to pull her backward into the hungry pit of the dragoness’ throat. By force of instinct she threw her gaze back over her shoulder to see the innocuous opening flexing in preparation for her arrival.
And then slowly but surely, she felt herself begin to slide. An intense mixture of adrenaline, anticipation, lust and fear held her chest tight as she felt her skin slipping past the slick flesh of the dragon’s tongue, completely beyond her control. Until her feet came to rest against what she knew was the entrance of her friend’s throat.
Every muscle in Emma’s body tensed, and then all the red flesh around her suddenly pressed in tight, and she heard the sound she had been waiting for.
*gulp*
Loud, squelching sounds filled her ears as she was squished along by Iris’ powerful throat. Her body quickly became overwhelmed by sensory overload as she felt every inch of her skin massaged by the slick, warm muscle; waves of pressure washing over her as she was passed along.
Until suddenly she came to a stop.
The contractions of the dragon’s throat seemed to reluctantly subside, relaxing their grip a bit and giving her some room to breathe.
Shaking from both instinctual fear and immeasurable excitement, she clumsily pressed her arms around the enclosure to try and get a sense of space in the suffocating darkness. She found she had a couple inches of room on all sides, with the passage closed off solidly at her feet and just above her head. The “floor” wasn’t flat, but rather a tightly closed pucker, pressing back against her toes. So she “stood” in a semi-crouched position with her knees pressed out against the walls for support.
Emma took a moment to get a hold of her nerves again. Reaching out a hand and placing it against the far wall, as if to confirm it was real.
Oh my gods, she really did it. I’m in Iris’ throat… she thought to herself in disbelief. I’M IN IRIS’ THROAT!
Emma shot her hand back down to her crotch and immediately resumed her work, running her fingers along her sopping interior and rubbing at her clit with unrestrained ferocity. She started rubbing her back along the slick wall, back and forth, up and down, in sync with her thrusts.
She could hear the thumping of the dragoness’ heart as it beat along with her own, and the long, steady breaths that whished through the adjacent passage. Taking it all in, she began to moan again as she felt the pleasure pulsing in her core.
And that was all before Iris chimed in.
“You know, you really were pretty tasty,” the dragoness said, “I think I’ll just keep you in my throat for a bit, just to savor the experience.”
Of course, that had been the plan all along. But that performance! She sounded powerful, hungry, predatory; it was perfect!
Emma squeezed her calves around her hand as her fingers swept in and out of her vagina, Iris spurring her on with every unintentional squelch of her throat. Her other hand continued to alternate between her crotch and her breasts, sometimes just sliding along her midsection in blissful indecision.
Just when she was starting to get relatively comfortable with her surroundings, she heard another distinct gulp from above, and moments later she was hit with a very unexpected surprise. A bathtub’s worth of saliva rained down on her, drenching her already sopping body in a fresh coat of slime. The liquid pooled at her feet, rising up to her shoulders.
“Oops,” Iris feigned, “I guess you were even more mouthwatering than I thought. Here, let me take care of that for you.”
Emma felt the pucker at her feet begin to open and the liquid around her began to rush out. But the opening continued to grow until she found herself losing what little grip she had and once again she felt herself being swallowed, her hand pressed firmly against her pulsing privates as she was carried along by the overpowering walls.
It only lasted a moment before everything stopped again, and she found herself in a similar enclosure to before, almost as if nothing had happened.
“In case you were wondering- and I know you were- I just sent that bit of spit on ahead to my belly,” Iris explained in a seductive tone, “And of course I may have moved you a bit closer in the process, but don’t worry, you still have a little ways to go before you get there.”
That tease hit Emma like a lightning bolt to the spine, and she immediately resumed thrusting her fingers between her lower lips, her breathing now getting faster as she reached new levels of pleasure. She felt the fresh saliva dripping down her body as she went, stimulating every sensitive inch and giving her fingers even more lubrication. A new “schlick”ing sound began to mingle with the natural sounds of the dragon’s throat. After a few short moments she was moaning again, rhythmically pumping her hips against the far wall.
“You know, as nice as it feels to have you there in my throat, you did feel so good when you were sliding down… I think I’ll just let you go a little deeper…”
The walls began to shift again, gradually squeezing in around Emma and pushing her along ever so slowly. But this time Emma didn’t stop. She kept her fingers going at her slit and at her clitoris, stimulating herself as deep as she could. And she just let the dragoness’ throat carry her on, after all it’s not like she could really stop it anyway.
A few moments passed and the motion stopped, leaving Emma parked again somewhere along the dragon’s massive neck. But outwardly the woman didn’t seem to notice beyond bracing herself against the walls once again and continuing to press into her irresistible insides, her pleasure beginning to approach its peak. Her moaning grew louder, and she began pushing herself forcefully into the throat walls.
“Oooooh, that was great. You just slide down so nicely,” Iris teased.
Emma gave no reply other than to shiver a bit and continue schlicking.
“Maybe…I should just send you down the rest of the way and give my belly what it wants. You are really close, you know,” the dragoness purred.
Emma moaned even louder as she felt the slimy walls contract around her once again, and she felt herself begin to slip deeper, deeper into the dragoness’ body. What little part of her that was still paying attention expected her to come to a stop, eventually, just like before. But instead, something happened that sent a shock straight through her pleasure-hazed mind.
In reality it actually took a second or two to register, but she suddenly noticed that- while she had stopped- her feet and lower legs were now dangling freely, seemingly over open air. Emma’s eyes grew wide as a single thought entered her mind.
That’s Iris’ belly! Emma screamed in her own head.
She thrust deep into herself as a million half-formed images raced through her head of everything she knew must be stewing somewhere just below her dangling feet, as the very end of the dragon’s throat held her tightly above the digestive abyss. She thrust again, and again, and again. Everything inside her building up to a glorious peek. She felt the walls around her tense up ever so slightly as she rammed her hand between her lower lips one last time and cried out in release, spraying her own fluids out to mingle with the slimy surroundings.
“Alright, I’m done!!”
For a moment, there was no response but her own labored panting and her friend’s unrelenting heartbeat. And then suddenly everything began to move again.
For a sickening instant, the thought leapt into her mind that she was about to be pushed downward those last few feet to her death. But to her relief, and the validation of her better judgment, she felt her legs quickly become re-enveloped, along with the rest of her body, by Iris’ powerful throat as it began to reverse, pushing her back up the dragoness’ neck. A few seconds of constant pressure later and she found herself hacked up over the edge of Iris’ tongue with a loud squelch, sliding down until she came to a stop in the middle of her maw.
Suddenly finding herself feeling exhausted and heavy, Emma dragged her body along to the tip of the dragon’s tongue, where Iris evidently got the message and angled her head so that the woman easily spilled out onto the ground, along with a small pool of saliva and mucus.
“So, did you enjoy yourself?” Iris asked.
Emma sprawled out on the ground, still panting.
“You are crazy *pant* letting me get that close…” she managed, but the huge smile growing on her face said much more.
“Right, I’m the crazy one.”