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Too Close to the Cliff

Spring was always the best time of year for Saethwr. The red biped dragon used the budding warmth of the season to stretch his wings and exercise in the best way he knew how by flying. It was better cardio and better strength training than anything else he could do on land to soar high above the ground, so high he could skim the underside of the clouds. That much altitude meant thinner air and therefore more effort to stay afloat, which was why it was such great exercise. On a good day, he could soar all around the entirety of Great Sapphire Lake in a matter of hours with a break halfway through at the base of the Cradle.

The Cradle was said to be the birthplace of the gods, a plateau high in the mountain range on the western shores of Great Sapphire Lake. The mountain range that held it up was so high in altitude that no flying creatures could ascend to the plateau and climbing the steep cliffs was almost impossible. Furthermore, aircraft that flew too close to it lost their electronics and were either forced to land or suffered a horrific fate in fire near the cliffs. There was a reason the region was shrouded in mystery.

But Saethwr wasn't trying to ascend to the Cradle. He was just passing by it on the western end of his journey! His home was in the quaint village of North Klyneth, which was basically on the opposite end of Great Sapphire Lake, which meant he was just past the halfway point of his flight.

He widened his wingspan and rolled in the air until he was aiming almost directly downward in a swooping dive. However, just as he was blasting past the many cliffs that made up the walls of the mountains, something caught his eye. Something interesting. Something that didn't belong there.

The dragon's sense of sight was quite adept, so he knew he wasn't dealing with a smudge on his brow or a trick of the light. No, what he saw was the twisting image of red seeping out from a crevice between the rock where one might expect to see vines or grasses jutting out. This seemed rather peculiar to him so he pivoted his flight, dipped one wing, and headed over to investigate closer.

One of the first things he noticed as he swept in closer was that whatever this thing was it had almost the exact same shade of red that he had on the scales covering his entire body. That, and whatever this mass was comprised of, it seemed to have a faint glisten thanks to the mist from the waterfall above them and its natural surface tension.

All of this seemed to be enough to distract him, keeping him from noticing how the mass was acting as he got closer. The nearer he came to the cliff wall, the smaller the writhing mass appeared; because of this, he was enticed to swoop in a bit closer to get a better look and identify it. However, what he didn't realize was that it was luring him and preparing itself for his arrival!

The red mass lashed out, a whip of its creation striking at the dragon faster than even he could react! It wrapped around his leg and started yanking him towards the cliff face immediately, knocking him off balance in the process so he couldn't even counter it before he found himself falling and swinging right into the rock!

Fortunately for the dragon, he was a hearty bloke who could handle a bit of an impact, even if it was aided by his momentum and it involved his head and rock.

Still, he wasn't able to shake off the disorientation before more than a half dozen other tendrils of red uncurled from the mass to tug him up towards their source. Each of them wrapped around his body at different points, including each of his arms, his neck, each of his wing bases, both of his legs, and even his tail! Each of them squeezed tight around them as they hoisted him upwards, each one growing increasingly tight to the point he could barely struggle yet was able to breath just fine.

It was the warmth that shocked him the most, not the strength or the confusing nature of the red mass. Considering the creature - whatever it was - resided underneath a waterfall that turned to mist before it hit the lake below, he assumed it'd be chilled to touch and too slick to hold onto anything! He was wrong, so very wrong. Not only that, but the more he struggled the warmer it got and the tighter it squeezed until he was pressed up against the mass that was jutting out from the cliff.

Once he made it that close to it, he was able to see that whatever this tentacle creature was - be it an amoeba or something else entirely - there was a whole lot more of it hidden beyond the crack in the cliffs, so much of it that he couldn't even see the whole thing through the narrow opening.

He should have been scared. Panicked. Concerned for his saftey, but he wasn't. He was mostly just curious about what this creature was, what it wanted with him, and how he'd escape later. Or, more specifically, if he needed to escape at all. Part of him felt he would be released and that he was in no real danger at all despite this tentacled beast's aggression. He didn't know why, at least not in the moment, but he had experienced a creature similar to this many years prior, he had just forgotten. The memory lingered in his mind enough to assuage any concerns he had but not enough to explain why.

Of course, this distraction was enough to keep him from resisting as the creature's tendrils pulled him up close, forcing his face to press against the rock wall. Then, as he was just starting to panic, two more broad tentacles pulled out from the walls of the crevice to envelop him like two wings or a lovely predator's maw. Then, before he could react, he felt himself being pulled into the crack in the cliff, the crack which was entirely too narrow to fit his body.

And yet, despite that, he seemed to compress and slide through the opening of the crevice with ease, emerging into a small cave that was about three meters in diameter and covered entirely in the red of the creature's mass, its shape nearly perfectly spherical aside from the crack that led to the cliffside beyond. He was, somehow, completely inside the cliff, or perhaps inside the creature's belly. He couldn't be completely sure, but it was quite pleasant inside.

The scent was oddly fruity, the humidity level akin to the belly of a kaiju such as Foxra, and the berth to hold a dozen of him inside if that's what it came to. However, what was most interesting to him was that the creature - at least the parts of it lining the cavern walls - was bioluminescent to the point it fully illuminated the cavern! Saethwr could see himself and the throbbing, pulsating mass of goop that made up the tentacle beast with ease.

Of course, none of this compared to just how entangled the dragon had become. The walls were covered in a thick slime from whence the tentacles had emerged - some of it above him a lighter shade of pink - but it was the tendrils that grasped his every limb that should have concerned him.

One coil had completely wrapped its way around his left wrist and was snaking its way down his forearm to the elbow. The second did the same to his right wrist but was being joined by another tendril that had five more tendrils extending from the tip that looked like fingers with a hole in the middle that Saethwr could see from his vantage point. A third slid down between his shoulder blades and wrapped once around his torso to keep him in place but wasn't doing much beyond that. Two more were constricting his calves, holding them up while the one around his tail released its grip to reveal that it, much like the second one on his right arm, had a hole in the end of it.

As he glanced between the two tendrils - the one near his face and the other hovering over his groin - he came to realize that these openings were very much like maws, with tiny little nubs of flesh inside and a gaping opening that seemed to be well toned with muscle. Probably for grinding food and moss off the cliff face and swallowing it down to be absorbed in the mass itself.

He hated to admit it, even to himself, but the images of those gaping maws undulating and gulping at nothing while the fleshy and moist nubs on the inside pulsated and twitched turned him on. He couldn't help but imagine what it would have felt like to have one wrapped around his dick, or what it might feel like to have one turn itself inside out and slip up into him!

Yet, as much as he fantasized about it, he didn't actually think it would happen. Not until it did, anyway. Mere seconds after he wiped the fantasy from his mind - a fantasy that had already given him excitement enough to make his cock swell inside him and his tip to slip from his slit - the tentacle that had been wrapped around his tail splayed out with all five of its mini-tendrils in all directions and slammed itself down between his legs and gripping around his hips from all angles at once!

Saethwr grunted and tensed up all his muscles to resist the various tentacles that held his limbs, not entirely sure if this wild tentacle creature was aiming to harm or not. For all he knew, the creature was aiming for the softest and easiest part to tear off and consume!

He was very fortunate to learn quite quickly that this was not the case. Within seconds of feeling the heat of the tentacle's body wrapped around his member, the many tiny nubs inside started squeezing and moving inward in waves, not just coaxing but tugging his member in its entirety from its confines within his slit, all of it from tip to base, every ridge!

Saethwr lost himself in the overwhelming pleasure that emanated through him, starting in his groin. The sensations were unlike anything he had ever felt before. It wasn't the best feeling ever - nothing could compare to the sensual embrace of a lover - but it was wholly unique and entirely pleasant as far as he was concerned. Something to be enjoyed to the best of his abilities while it lasted!

The next point of his attention was that second tentacle up by his face, the one that had half-coiled around his arm before the other one had swallowed his cock. While he may have been trying to get a good view down the second one's gullet, the rhythmic pulsations around his member proved to almost be too much to handle and ignore.

Yet, try as he might, he couldn't help but try to ease his head forward so that he might get a kiss; the mass of tentacles had a scent like strawberries and citrus, so he assumed they tasted similar.

He barely managed to extend his tongue before the tentacle that had latched onto his groin had given another tug and an intense, undulating suck that tugged on each and every one of the ridges lining the underside of his member. This intense pleasure - the kind that only came when his ridges were properly stimulated - did a number on his state of mind. So much so that he barely even noticed when another handful of tentacles extended from the walls towards him.

The tentacle's throbbing and pulsating gullet tugged him, squeezed him, and massaged him with each and every nub of flesh inside, distracting him as the other tentacles reached out to form a tangle around his torso, their silken appendages forming a cocoon around his body and tail. The tighter they squeezed, the more sensitive his groin grew - a side effect of having all of his blood pooling in his groin - and that seemed to make his cock bulge within the thing's throat.

All in all, he was completely overwhelmed with just how much attention he was getting. Not only was he enjoying the sucking and the caressing of his member from within the creature's nubbly gullet, the constricting tentacles that wrapped around his body were giving him an all-encompassing massage that was so enjoyable that it almost made him forget that he was also having his groin kneaded by the one tentacle that had latched onto him.

That was his life, now! The fruity scents, the subtle warmth and moisture of the cave and the creature, and the constricting tentacles that held him suspended an equal distance from every wall around him in the perfectly spherical cave. He was at peace with it, happy with how things had gone. But most prevalent, he was absolutely inundated with pleasure he could no longer restrain.

Though he was held in place and kept from moving much thanks to the dozens of tentacles that had all but completely smothered him, he tensed up and gritted his teeth, bucking his hips and growling as he felt his climax hit, his cock ridges amplify, and his groin tingle with delight for a split second before bursting deep into the throat of the tentacled beast!

He grunted, he bucked in place and resisted the tentacles as best he could, but he had almost no control over himself in the tangle that kept a firm grip on his every limb. In a way, the warmth and the scent and the squeeze were comforting enough to aid him in pumping shot after shot of dragon seed into the tentacle's gullet; he may have been reaching for an explanation or to sympathize with the creature but deep down inside he felt like it was being compassionate by holding him and doing all the work!

It was an odd sentiment, one he would eventually realize was a little silly, but in the moment of completion when his whole body was twitching and his groins were throbbing and pumping his essence into the red mass, it was all he could think about.

And in that moment of clouded lucidity, he failed to notice that every single one of the coils of tentacles that enveloped him was melting into one, a sheet of red that swept around him like a cocoon. He was so lost in his orgasmic delight that it was too late for him before the gooey mass slid over his face and left him in the dark!

Only then, once everything blacked out on him, did he start struggling and resisting in fear.

But his concerns were quickly alleviated when the gooey mass parted from his face to reveal Great Sapphire Lake below him, accented by the rainbow caused by the mist from the waterfall above. He barely had enough time to contemplate what he was seeing before the gooey slime peeled away from him and released him, dropping his body to tumble near the perfectly vertical cliffs!

He spun in midair, nearly bouncing off the rock wall before spreading his wings and catching a slight updraft to regain his flight control!

With the wind under his wings and the ground comfortably below him, he allowed himself to glide south so that he might once again find his footing before continuing his rounds. As he glanced back, he saw only the faintest glimmer of light reflecting off the gelatinous red mass that had sucked him into the cliff itself, the briefest of images to convince him that what had happened was real.

Only once he'd finally made it back to land did he stop to consider what had happened and realize that he was oddly complacent considering what had happened. He came to the conclusion that whatever the scent was that the creature had emanated, it must have put him in a trance-like state.

But that's what he got for not being careful when flying near too close to the cliffs of the Cradle.