Gorak and the Dragon
I wrote this ages and ages ago, but since I'm playing archaeologist I thought I would upload it here. Just a bit of sex and vore with my second favorite prey species (orcs) and a nameless dragon...thing. Not my best bit of work, but this is vore, you aren't here for perfect grammar :) Just fair warning, this particular scene doesn't end well for the orc, so don't expect him to climb out unharmed. Beyond that, enjoy!
The cave was a lot larger than it looked from the outside. That was always the thing with caves; they looked like a simple excursion, a bit of fun, and a return to town with a lot more spending money. I always forget the long bits where I just walk, thought Gorak to himself. He was a big orc, more than capable of taking care of himself, and these spelunking activities were his prime source of income. He let his thoughts wander as he made his way down yet another tunnel-like passage, pondering how to spend his latest catch. Probably the usual way: drinks and sex. He patted himself between his legs, where a distinct bulge could be seen against his breeches. Just a bit longer, and then well see what we can do with you, eh? he chuckled at his jest, and then paused for a moment to consider a branching passage. It seemed the air from the left was fresher, so he took the right, which ought to lead deeper down.
His nose seemed to have led him proper, as after a few snaky curves the corridor ended against a steel-bound door. He placed his ear to the door, listening carefully for any sounds from the other side. Hearing nothing, he swung the door open.
The room on the other side was brightly lit, and one wall was covered with all sorts of arcane paraphernalia. The light came from several glass spheres hanging from the ceiling, and the floor was covered with soft rugs. A few tables and couches were set about the room, and a large bed occupied one corner. A large, scaled, vaguely humanoid creature was standing amidst the magical supplies, and spoke without turning.
"Ah. I was just feeling a bit peckish. Its nice to have the lunch come to me." A casual gesture left Gorak without control of his limbs, and he slumped to the floor. His eyes still worked, and he watched the.half-dragon or whatever it was finish what he was doing at the lab table, and then stretch his arms. From his new perspective the creature looked huge, though Gorak knew it only stood about nine inches taller than he did. It was, however, significantly wider. After putting a few bits of paper and some bottles back in their niches, the mage made his way over to where Gorak lay in a heap. He bent over and peered into his face. "Are we comfortable? Your pose looks rather unnatural. Lets see what we can do about that." He scooped the paralyzed orc up no mean feat, as he was wearing a steel breastplate and massed nearly 100 kilos without it and laid him on his stomach on one of the surprisingly soft couches.
The mage fumbled with something Gorak could not see, and then his breastplate loosened as the catches gave on the back. The mage lifted him into a sitting position and pulled the armor off it was a cheap piece, after all, and only presented the steel to the front and sides. The mage inhaled deeply and rumbled with pleasure deep in his chest. He grabbed a hold of the quilted padding and pulled that off over Goraks head. He sniffed again, and flicked a tongue out. "You know why I have all the corridors in this place? So you adventurer types all have to walk. It gets you all nice and sweaty, and you taste SO much better after that. Unfortunately, you orcs are a lot less hairy than the other types around, so it takes a lot more sweat to get the same taste. Oh well, you slide down much smoother than gnolls or any of those really hairy critters." Gorak tried to shudder, or lash out with his arms, or even say something, but all of his muscles seemed paralyzed. His anger and fear, to be entirely honest only increased when the mage laid him flat again, this time on his back. He fumbled a moment with the laces, and then pulled his breeches down and off, leaving the orc clothed only in his loincloth. The mage savored his catch, running his eyes lasciviously up and down the brawny orcs body. He was hairless, like all his kind, a delectable shade of olive green, and well proportioned. The well-muscled upper body spoke of someone who used that sword he had been carrying, and a bit of a paunch showed he enjoyed his ale. The bulge in his inadequate loincloth showed that the women probably enjoyed him too. The mage threw the removed clothes into a heap in the corner, and made a gesture. The temperature of the room raised several degrees, to a level just uncomfortable for the reclining orc.
The mage licked his lips with that disturbingly forked tongue, and reached for the loincloth. He carefully removed it, and gazed lovingly at the package revealed. The orc was just as well-endowed here as everywhere else. He stroked along the maleness with a clawed hand, feeling the orc shudder beneath him. He smiled and bent his head down. The spell would be dissolved by sexual congress, but then hed designed it that way. It wasnt fun to eat them unless they struggled.
Gorak felt his blood and penis begin to rise at the caress, and shuddered as the alien fingers stroked his shaft. He tried to pull away, to get away from this creature, but the shudder seemed to be all he was allocated for the moment. Another set of scaled fingers caressed his testicles, making his whole body tingle. A moan escaped his lips. His penis was now at full erection, laying its not-insignificant length along his thigh almost up to his stomach, and it throbbed with every heartbeat. He felt the hand pull the throbbing shaft up from his thigh, and through half-lidded eyes saw the mages head descend toward it. He tried to prepare himself for what he new was coming, but the wet, warm mouth covered his shaft and he surrendered to the pleasure anyway. He couldnt thrust against the mouth, so he was forced to simply take whatever the mage did to him. The forked tongue wrapped itself along the shaft, and slid forward and back along it before uncoiling. The mouth sucked strongly as it pulled off, exposing the now slick shaft to the cold air, and then quickly darted back down to cover it again. Gorak shuddered and managed a small thrust into the mouth this time. As the tips of the tongue explored his slit, he moved his arms a bit. The mouth slid off, and then came back down. The orc writhed in pleasure and placed both of his hands on the back of the mages head to pull him further down onto the cock.
The mage felt the hands and smiled inwardly, knowing that the orc was nearing his peak. He hadnt had this large a dick in his mouth in a while, and he was thoroughly enjoying himself. The orc pushed his head down, and the mage complied, opening his mouth widely and taking in the orcs whole groin.
Gorak whimpered as the dragon-man's warm mouth slid more forward, the caressing hand on his testicles replaced with the warm softness of the mages mouth. The small, sharp teeth slid up his buttocks and up his front almost to his navel. His penis bent downwards, almost painfully, to point towards his knees. The tongue wriggled between his buttocks and teased the sensitive spot there, wriggling their way inside for a short distance and stroking the sensitive ring there. His balls and cock were in a much softer place now, and Gorak, through his pleasure, heard the mage gulp. The muscles closed around his penis and stroked it downwards, inciting him all the way around. Gorak felt a pressure building in his green testicles, and they pulled up against his stomach as the prepared to release their load. Another swallow, and then another. Gorak groaned and tried to wriggle further in as his penis throbbed, and then the head flared. The mage swallowed two more times in quick succession and Gorak cried out in pleasure as he pulsed his semen deep into the caressing throat.
The mage felt the orc pulse and began swallowing quickly to take down as much of the semen as possible. Each ripple of throat muscle made the orc whimper and squirm, and the mage kept up for as long as possible. Six, seven shots and the orc was spent. The mage drew back from the now limp hands and savored the taste of the seed as the cock slid out of his throat and across his tongue before exiting.
Trembling and breathing heavily, Gorak sat up and stared at the dragon-man, who was licking his lips and looking thoughtful. "Was that what you wanted, mage?" the orc asked, having recovered his voice. "Partially. You were one of the better ones Ive tasted in a while. But actually, that was just an appetizer, so to speak. But, now that you are all prepared, I think it is time for the main course: you." Gorak scooted back along the couch. "You mean to devour me? Why?" "Well, if you must know, I think that..." The mage got no further, as the orc leapt towards the door, sending the couch sliding toward the mage. The couch struck the mage in the legs, knocking him onto his tail and causing him to tip over a desk behind him. As the papers covering the desk flew into disarray, Gorak raced for the door. He grabbed the handle, only to have it turn red hot in his hand. Swearing, he drew back and spotted his sword lying a few feet away. He darted forward and picked it up, just as the mage was regaining his feet. With an orcish war cry, he charged. The mage avoided the disemboweling stroke only by a very un-scholarly dive to the side that left him stretched out along the floor. He rolled onto his back and flicked a hand at the orc. His sword was torn from his grasp with such violence it almost broke his wrist. It clattered to the ground a dozen feet away, too far to reach before the mage regained his composure. Having no other options, he leaped on top of the prostrate mage and began throttling him. The mage grabbed a hold of his arms and slowly pried them off of his neck. He pinioned them to the orcs side, and favored the struggling warrior with a very unpleasant grin. "I didnt expect that. I havent had anyone fight that strongly in some time. You almost had me, you know. Im going to enjoy this." Saying that, he opened his mouth impossibly wide and placed Gorak's head therein. Gorak almost choked as the saliva flooded the mouth, and he felt the mage shudder in pleasure as the tongue slathered all over his face. He thrashed his head around, but the teeth kept him from moving too far and he didnt want to break his neck if he got stuck. The mage lifted a bit more of the orc into his mouth, and a tight ring of muscle closed around Goraks face and neck. He knew that this was the same muscle that had pleasured him so well a few moments ago, and the shuddered.
More of him was showed into the mouth, and his shoulders were entering the throat. He felt movement, and something he assumed was the mage sitting down. Another shove pushed his arms in to the elbows and the mage let go of his arms and wrapped scaly trunks around the thrashing warriors midsection. A strong pulse built in the throat and Gorak felt it pull him a little bit further in. The tight softness around his body was almost down to his wrists, and the scaly tongue was busy savoring his chest. The forks wrapped themselves around a nipple and ribbed the sensitive nubs, bringing an unexpected thrill of pleasure to the orc trapped in the mouth of the dragon-man. He began thrashing his torso around in an attempt to escape, but his movement was limited by his head pinioned on one end and the sharp teeth now surrounding his paunch.
Another gulp pulled his shoulders into the tight throat, and Gorak noticed how soft and comfortable the mouth was. Maybe it wasnt so bad to be swallowedNO! He kicked his legs and grasped the edge of the teeth with his hands. No stupid mage would swallow him alive! He shouted and yelled, the sounds terribly loud in the throat but almost inaudible outside of the mouth. Another gulp pulled his hands free of the teeth and brought his chest into the throat. The erect nipples rubbed against the ridge of the throat, and the ripples inside caused Gorak to shiver and moan in unexpected pleasure.
His upper thighs were entering the mouth now, and Gorak realized that he had gotten hard again as his shaft thumped against the mages lower lip. Another swallow brought his lower arms into the throat and his cock into the warmth of the mouth. He expected the tongue to stroke the throbbing penis, but they refused. They stroked his stomach, the sensitive insides of his thighs, and coiled themselves around his testicles. He whined and tried to hump his hips, but the mouth was too tight for that small motion. He tried to reach his hands down to reach the shaft, but his awkward position half-in and half out of the throat made it impossible to reach. The dragon-man lifted his head vertical and gulped again. The smooth, pleasant wetness of the throat covered most of the orc's body now, and he enjoyed the massage. His thighs prepared to slip into the tight throat, and the mages tongue slid up between his buttocks to tease the sensitive spot again. Gorak writhed as best he could and enjoyed the teasing. His upper legs slid into the mouth and, a gulp later, the lower legs. The orcs huge, green feet were all that was visible of him, aside from an outline of his body in the dragon-man's throat. A final, gentle swallow. The toes curled as they were pulled into the mouth and out of sight forever.
Gorak felt himself sliding down a slick tube, and the friction against his erect penis and nipples gave him an erotic thrill as he slid down toward the ring of muscle ahead of him. It expanded to take in his head, his shoulders, and the rest of him as he gently folded into the waiting stomach. He folded himself into a fetal position in the stomach, and it filled with gentle sucking noises as it molded itself to his body. The orc was now covered with saliva and slime from his trip down, and he gripped he erect shaft and began to stroke.
The mage felt his captive moving and sloshing about in his stomach and chuckled, thinking about what was probably going on in there. He rubbed his protruding stomach, gently caressing the outline of the orc inside. The orc felt the rubbing as he masturbated. He stroked himself feverishly, the slime in the stomach tingling gently on his genitalia. He only lasted a moment or two before he burst, firing his seed into the waiting folds of the stomach to join the other load already in there. The tingling was covering his whole body now, and he knew what it meant. It was not unpleasant, but the idea of being digested stirred the warrior to action. He flailed about in the stomach, struggling to find his way out. He shouted, but when he went to inhale again the mage belched, taking all the free air in the stomach with him. His thick fingers dragged through the thick slime as he clawed at the walls, his powerful kicks merely shifting him about in the frictionless sac. He quivered as he tried to draw breath in the airless stomach, his frantic heaving only bringing a few sips of foul air and a nose full of burning acid. His struggles grew less coordinated and more frantic as he suffocated, flailing and kicking at the soft, embracing walls that clutched his body with foul intimacy. They began to bear down on the muscular orc, forcing him into a fetal curl despite his struggles, pressing his knees to his chest and trapping his hands to his sides as he still fought the stomachs fatal embrace. Spots flashed in his vision, and Gorak could feel his strength leaving him. He writhed now, crushed by the strong walls, his fingers clutching uselessly at the fleshy sac around him, straining to stretch his legs, to escape the burning ooze, to do anythinghis body shuddered with his last efforts, and Gorak went still in the dragon's stomach.
The dragon-man belched, and savored the taste of orc that remained in his mouth. The meal in his belly was struggling fiercely now, the outline of the orc visible as he thrashed in the stomach. The mage stroked the meal, and gradually the struggles weakened to mere twitches, a few last shudders and then nothing. The mage picked up a decanter of wine and took a long swallow. The burden in his belly twitched a bit, and he drank down the last of the cold wine. The movement quickly subsided, and the mage decided it was time for a nap. Meals like that always tired him out.