Lyren, the Christmas Dargon
This was a story I wrote last Christmas for someone very special to me. I hope you all enjoy. I know he did ;)
A small shadowy fox sits next to the biggest pine tree you've ever seen in the middle of a small village as you see a big pale green belly barely poking out of the evergreen branches, numerous bobbles and knick-knacks dotting its branches in festive red, silver and gold. A rumbling sound comes from the tree as you see a little green snoot poke out from near the top of the tree where a brilliant gold star sits and eye you curiously with its yellow slitted eyes, before popping back into the tree happy to digest its meal. The fox beckons you closer with a wave of its paw, its red eyes piercing through you and a low-lying green mist that surrounds the tree, a soft sweet aroma like cinnamon with a hint of citrus and pine guiding you forward. Through this haze you see remnants of wrappings as toys and scarves and other knick-knacks are laying meticulously around the base of the tree. As you approach, the fox speaks, "Oh hello! Have you come to enjoy the holidays here? Well, you've come just in time! It's story time! Gather round, don't be shy, and I'll tell you a Christmas tale you've not heard before!"
"Once upon a time, near a village much like this one, there lived a green dragon named Lyren. He loved everything about spring and summer. Everywhere there was life and greenery. He walked unseen among the plants and trees, devouring a hapless traveler here and there. When the end of fall would come, he would sit sullen in his cave, watching the leaves change colors, crinkling and fading away to dust. He would watch most of his woodland friends preparing for the winter and know that there were quite a few he wouldn't see until spring. He would often feel sad about this prospect and, close to the end of the season, he would go on an eating spree just to make himself feel better. That was Thanksgiving! Everyone would be thankful that he ate them of course, his soft green glowing breath and servants enticing them to come say hello, visiting him inside his cavern deep within the forest and offer to feed themselves to him. He would hide away in his cave as winter blew in. If he left, Lyren would keep to the pines that stayed green all year round."
As the fox speaks shadows dance within the fog that seems to reach to your knees as you see the image of the adult green dragon, frolicking among the trees, before the seasons change and he sits inside his cave watching the cold world pass him by.
"It was during this time of bitter cold, white snow, and dead trees that Lyren would notice a strange ritual performed by the humanoids of the village nearby. They would cut down a tall pine tree, much to Lyren's annoyance, and drag it back to their village. This strange occurrence that he hadn't seen before, in fact, was the reason he ventured out of his cave at all that winter. He followed them back to a village not far from his cave where they stood the tree up in a pot of water. Each villager big and small would then put either a ball or a knick-knack on the tree. For one week afterwards, they would put packages with ribbon and shiny paper under the tree. At the end of the week everyone would gather round and hand out these gifts they gave to the tree, passing them out and opening them. Some were toys whittled from wood, others were warm scarves and other pieces of clothing, but everyone was happy. Lyren curiously watched this ritual happen for a couple of years before he got an idea."
A village wisps into view, strikingly similar to the one you are currently in as the yuletide ritual is performed in front of you before a grin crosses the green dragon's face as a montage of him making his plan work. Suddenly you realize that at some point during the tale, you started staring into the fox's eyes, watching the story that unfolds within the shadows of his piercing red gaze.
"Near his cave there was a grove of pine trees. Two days before the woodsman of the village were sent to pick up the tree, Lyren got to work. He took the branches and used his innate dragon magic to fashion himself to look like a pine tree. Of course, the trees were willing to help out. They didn't want to be cut down anymore and this was Lyren's forest after all. Their cooperation sped up the process considerably. Although, if you ask him, he'd say it was all his doing."
There's a snort that comes from nearby, startling you, engrossed as you were in the little shadow fox's story. "Come on, I'm getting to the best part," he says, drawing your attention back into those captivating red eyes of his that seem to pierce your very soul as he continues his tale, images once more swirling in the shadows.
"The night before they came for the tree, he waited until the village was asleep then snuck in, flying so he didn't leave paw prints. He landed with a relatively soft thud despite his fifteen foot tall stature and placed on his costume, a beautiful gold star placed at the top of his horns made to look like branches, before curling his tail close to himself and waited for morning to come.
As the villagers awoke to the magnificence that was Lyren's tree, a soft low-lying green fog had spread throughout, its scent sweet as citrus with a gentle hint of pine. The villagers looked at awe at this tree and wondered who could have been so generous, but their curiosity didn't last very long. Something in the back of their minds told them to not question it and to be grateful. It was a miracle. You don't question those. They all immediately set to work decorating the tree. It was quite big so they had to get creative making a pulley to lift people up and making long arms to reach up high. Everyone believed it was the greatest fun they had this yuletide day."
The images swirl into view and you are struck with awe at how life-like it feels as if you were one of the villagers placing a bauble on this wondrous evergreen tree your hands sifting through the soft green fog. The fox's voice continues but you only hear it vaguely, feeling now as part of the story.
"Then, as per the ritual, for one week after, they would bring presents and put them under the tree. There were rumors that a rumbling sound came from the tree or sometimes a green object would be added high up top, but people dismissed it as fantasies of the fog that lingered in the village this year. At night, the tree would glow making all of the balls and knick-knacks glow as well as Lyren spread his influence and more of his miasma.
People began having the most vivid dreams at night of a comforting warm wet embrace, that sweet smell of overripe fruit caressing their bodies in the most pleasurable of ways. The thought of escaping this life into being a part of something greater started to be imprinted into their minds. Each night for the week the dreams would come back, each time it would imprint the same message of being part of something greater. Another gift to them from the same one who gave them the tree.
Finally, twas the night before Christmas and inside each bed, the villagers each had the same dream in their head. A dream of a magnificent tree with all of its gifts and its baubles before it shakes and it wobbles. From the tip-top of the tree a green snoot appears and what do they see? Why a green maw and a tongue open invitingly. In each of their heads, the same message passed, "The time has come for you to join me at last. Come to me on the morrow for your final gift, a choice for you to make, would you like it slow or swift?" The villagers woke the next morning, the message ingrained in their heads and not one was filled with dread. They ate their morning meal as they did, then dressed quickly to go do as the tree had bid.
It was no surprise to anyone as the tree started to wobble and shake, that a voice spoke to them, "I am the great Lyrenstraz, here to give you your final gift. Thank you for all of the presents that you've given me thus far. Now line up single file and I will give you all my gift." The villagers scrambled to line up, each one talking excitedly about how this was the best Christmas ever. Lyren laid his maw down on the ground before the line. "When you come up, give me your answer. I will not ask. If you do not give me an answer, it will be swift." With that, he opened his maw wide and let his tongue stretch out, looking at the first villager expectantly as a hush fell over the first part of the line.
A young male half-elf stepped up to the tongue, bowing before answering, "Swift, good sir, and thank you very much!" He then crawled onto the tongue and started making his way down Lyren's throat, that rough, but caressing tongue gently wrapping around him, caressing his body as he moaned in pleasure, that beautiful maw and tongue the only thing on his miasma-muddled mind. The jaws closed as he saw the soft glow of Lyren's maw lighting his way and he sighed happily as the villagers watched Lyren tilt his head back, the bulge traveling down behind his broad chest before disappearing. He placed his head back on the ground as they all heard a faint plop inside, applauding his gift."
The fox grins as in the back of your mind you hear the plop noise yourself, a sense of appreciation filling your mind as the fox continues his tale as you hear a voice much deeper than his own speak.
""Next." One by one the line of villagers, entranced by his magnificence and generosity with a touch of his sweet breath climbed into his maw and disappeared behind his broad chest. Those who wanted it slow were able to enjoy the pleasurable sensations of being gently massaged all the way down his throat, their clothes gone before they reached his stomach and began soaking in a sweet warm pool. Those who wanted it swift were digested into green goo before they hit the stomach, showering those inside. All of them were tasted individually as Lyren gave great care to wrap his tongue around each one sensually before swallowing. As more and more of them filled the stomach pool, they felt an insatiable urge to pleasure the one who gave them this gift. Rubbing along the inner walls of his stomach made him rumble and pause in the line, causing the next person in line to begin complaining, before starting to allow them to walk into his maw again. With their clothes having melted off in the stomach acid, the villagers began to have some fun of their own in this warm pleasure filled chamber. They began pressing each other against the walls of his stomach, rutting into each other as the more carnal desires came out. Lyrenstraz rumbled around them as the walls closed in on their bodies, its slick giving them lubrication as the few villagers who remained asked to join the moaning and rumbling they heard from his tummy, massaging the outside of it for them. He wasted no time snatching up the last few before gulping them down as they traveled down his throat, their bodies being massaged by the inner walls of his throat as they squeezed and contracted around the bodies before they landed with a plop plop plop with the others."
You hear the plop plop plop in your mind as you can smell the sweet smell of overripe fruit permeate your senses. The fox smirks and continues.
"Lyren then sat back up and gently massaged his tummy, rumbling in pleasure as his food massaged his walls. Then he looked around at all the gifts that were given to him. He opened them up one by one and began to play, the massaging of his tummy making him rumble while his tail swayed out behind him, clearing off a large swath of snow.
As the villagers in his stomach began to feel exhausted, Lyren gently massaged his stomach saying in an almost loving voice, "The time has come my dears, rest now and be happy that it was I, the great Lyrenstraz, the breath stealer who chose you to be part of me." As he speaks a moaning sound of utter and pure bliss is heard as his stomach acids begin to fill the chamber, his stomach walls contracting on them as their sweet smog-filled minds only know happiness and pleasure as they are digested and join into his greatness as his maw and mark on his neck glow with a neon green glow. His stomach rumbles and he opens his maw wide as a loud belch is heard echoing for miles and all the coins and gold and precious metals they were carrying on them come flying out of his maw, scattering across the ground. "BWRAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaPPPP!"
He smacked his lips before stacking his gifts and proceeded to nap right there sitting up, having stayed awake for quite some time. His tail swayed as he dozed off, dreaming of meals yet to come. "Merry Christmas to all and I'll see you another night," said a soft sleepy snoot."
As the fox finishes his story, you hear a rumbling from the tree, the soft green fog smelling of fruit uncannily similar to his tale, but you feel at home with this smell.. it smells good. How lucky the villagers were to be given such a gift. You want that gift too... The shadowy fox smiles, seeing the request in your eyes. "Oh Lyren," he calls in a singsong voice. "I have one more for you. This one wants it nice and slow."
The green snoot pokes back out from the top of the tree, before bringing his maw down to eye level with you. "Mm, do you now?" As you nod he smirks and blows a soft wisp of his delectable fruity breath over you before opening his glowing maw invitingly. "Come, I will allow you to join me."
This is your last chance to say no and maybe walk away. What will you do?