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AT DINNER WITH DRAGONS

ACT VI

a gay vore fantasy

In the company of Ganutash Rael was now fully aware of what would ensue that evening. That's why he could calmly enjoy the ale while the thirty or so loud dragons and dragonesses drank with him. He didn't care too much about it, but from time to time he shared glances with some, and having understood his part he couldn't shy away from considering it. Ganutash was clear to him about having to go through one last trial, one where he could lose his life: before all of the dragons present could taste Rael's blood Ganutash had to wound him. Then it would be the common spirit joining them to decide, once his blood was drawn, if Rael lived or not.

Everyone was finishing their first round of drinks, Ganutash helping Rael with a cup that was way too large for him alone. The dragon noticed how Rael was lost to his thoughts and so told him, "The goblins should be here by now: it's better if you don't stand by the table."

Rael was quickly brought back to reality when hearing Ganutash say that--and he could barely hear him above the chatter. Imagining how there would be a lot of commotion Rael didn't have to be asked twice to distance himself, only to take place on those pillows set against the walls. Right in front of him he could see the wings, backs and tails that made him feel very out of place; also, there were no dragons lying on or against the pillows and it was as if all those there just happened to forget about him. Not that Rael minded; it was better that way, being where he could cover his ears and turn his eyes away when the dragon's feast began.

After about a minute or so he could still hear the screams and the insults coming from the defenseless goblins being eaten alive. Rael was looking to a side and up the elliptical wall where there were simple embroideries giving flare to the adorning tapestries; he couldn't avoid lowering his eyes to stare at the scene, curious of it yet fearing of being revolted by its sight--but all he could see was that wall of red bodies. The squeals and the high-pitched screams of the desperate creatures made him shiver and at time cringe; until there was no longer a sound other than that of chewing and the snapping of bones.

Rael had his cooked leg and really no appetite to eat it; he felt like throwing up all the ale he had when he picked it up from the animal skin he laid it upon to take it to his mouth and rip a bite out of it--but even though it was well cooked and still warm he just couldn't.

For one thing these dragons didn't shy away from revealing their true nature: what just happened was not for Rael to question. Without a grain of doubt, if he had been out in the wilderness, by then he would have been slaughtered and cooked on a spit by goblins just like those. He couldn't blame the people of Sunny Valley for not wanting to talk about the world outside of the barrier: only now that Rael discovered it for himself did he start to see the point of wanting to remove oneself from chaos and violence to lead a peaceful existence.

Yet the fact that after those goblins had entered the stomach of those dragons and dragonesses he was to be passed around--to determine if he could really be trusted or not--was something he anticipated to such a high point it really gave meaning, gravity and depth to an otherwise shallow existence. He could just hope that the common spirit of which Ganutash spoke was willing to seal their bond, and even if that hope was only a curtain of fog concealing a near precipice he could say that after all he surpassed his rosiest expectations and for that he could die happily.

There was more drink for the dragons before some left the table to sit in small groups or couples around the room. Ale wasn't the only substance materializing after basically nothing but a few blood stains were left on polished stone table: beautiful tall hookas with very long hoses were loaded with a sweet and slowly burning substance that immediately started to fill the room with a mind altering smoke. Rael had seen similar pipes but had never smoked before, yet he knew about the soothing effects--he contemplated the idea of trying it out for himself, perhaps all the way to the point where his senses would be numbed and he could no longer feel pain. The three male dragons Zarn, Gorn and Ethenkiron respectively took place beside Rael; they passed around the mouth piece after taking long drags that they then slowly exhaled through their nostrils.

Rael noticed how Ganutash was exchanging a few words with Arlea and Dyreka: but he didn't feel like reaching him by having to go around those that were still drinking by the table. Rael couldn't tell what Ganutash was saying because of the noise, but he was glad to see him upset while possibly discussing what happened to him in his absence. Before Ganutash returned, Rael was offered some smoke by a very comfortably sprawled Zarn--Rael accepted and expected to cough his lungs out as the smell alone was enough to tingle them. He could immediately tell the slight effect he felt from passively breathing the smoke increased to one around which he entirely revolved; it really was relaxing and peaceful, so much it made him want to sit down and close his eyes, now entirely careless about both the risks and implications.

While Ganutash was still over to the other side of the room--where he joined the two dragonesses Arlea and Dyreka for a smoke--Rael was nudged by the fleshy tip of a dragon's snout, and when he opened his dozy eyes he wasn't intimidated or surprised by recognizing the distinguishable eyes, horns and draconic features of newly met Zarn.

"How are you feeling?" asked the dragon.

Rael thought that to be a very unexpected question and could only blink back; perhaps because of the mind altering substance he smiled to those eyes--even with that carnivorous mouth so close to him.

Zarn eyes moved to Rael's, then down to where the cooked leg was, "Lost your appetite?" asked him.

Resting his back against a comfortable pillow and sitting down with his legs flat extending before him, Rael lifted his arm up to touch Zarn on the cheek--the dragon's head was so close to him it was either asking for it or looking for something entirely different. Once touched, Zarn's head slowly receded and Rael had to look up and turn as it followed Zarn slowly making it back to his buddies. But he wasn't going to resume smoking with them quite yet as he addressed Rael by saying, "You should remove your clothes and go lie on the table when ready."

Rael wasn't bothered in the slightest by having to go through that process. His intoxication effectively removed his worries, and desiring more than anticipating the moment the spirit would decide if to bind him to those dragons or not he sternly nodded back to Zarn before gazing for Ganutash among the winged figures present. Zarn was certainly giving him a cue on what to do, and perhaps the whole point of that ritual was to see if he was ready to give himself up--that was why after spotting Ganutash in the company of other dragons Rael decided to take off his clothes and proceed to a table around which nobody sat. He certainly turned some heads by doing so, then he stepped up as Zarn instructed him. While sitting his naked butt down on blood stained stone Rael noticed how most of the dragons were getting up to quietly move back and surround the table. None of the dragons were right against it when Rael distinguished the figure of Ganutash stepping through to get up to him.

Ganutash's head was over Rael's and looked down but not directly at him.

Rael couldn't wait to find out how much he was worth, but in no way was he aroused resting his back flat on the cold slab while waiting for something to happen. There was a terrible silence but all of the dragons were now back at a table on top of which stood Ganutash--waiting for the moment the predator would taste its willing prey.

Rather than being shocked about really having no way out, Rael was by the clear hesitation expressed by Ganutash. It seemed the dragon was trying to find the strength to go ahead and allow something beyond him to take over and decide the fate of someone he loved.

Lifting his chest up a little by prodding himself on an elbow, it was naked Rael to say, "I'm ready."

No one spoke or commented. Ganutash was moved by that force which was called upon to decide destiny at that dinner table. Rael didn't budge, but closed his eyes when Ganutash turned his head sideways and propelled his jaws forwards to clamp down really hard on his chest. The quick moments before the pain where some of the most intense; at least it had been worthwhile.

Ganutash's teeth met Rael's flesh, ripping without digging it as they traveled down his chest and back. When Ganutash released Rael he looked at him and was looked back, but right then only a cold lust came from those eyes with no trace of care or worry.

Rael turned to one side as he bled out--but the pain wasn't so that it made him cry. He actually wanted to find out what would happen next as he remained still allowing Ganutash to bring his mouth down and begin to eat him. That large head did come down but not to take a bite, rather to lick the wounds and taste the pouring blood.

Lying on his side Rael showed the injuries he received to dragons on both sides of the table--when Ganutash, still standing above Rael, stopped licking the blood there was a loud cry, roars and a lot of movement coming from the dragons gathered there. Ganutash removed himself from the top of the table while two dragons got on and to either end of Rael. The ones to the sides were wrestling for who got to lick him first and Rael just closed his eyes. Even if still bleeding he no longer felt pain, losing himself to the pleasure of many tongues and lips testing and kissing his whole body with lustful curiosity.

It took a while before everyone had their taste and Ganutash returned once again to the table without jumping on it. Rael's body was entirely covered in dragon saliva and he trembled from the great emotion when sitting in front of Ganutash. Something did change in the dragon when he tasted him, but now that thing had moved on--once again Rael felt genuine love in telling that Ganutash was glad that was over, and quite surprised by how the spirit decided they would be joined--all of this without having to share a single word with him.

Some of the dragons were smoking again while others enjoyed either intimate company or gave pleasure to each other. Standing before the table Ganutash said, "Arlea and Dyreka would like you to join them."

"I wouldn't mind taking care of these wounds, first. You couldn't control yourself when you inflicted them to me, did you?"

"No," he said. "And I wasn't expecting the spirit to decide in your favor."

"Why?" asked Rael.

"Because I want you to take me," replied Ganutash, quietly. "All dragons are openly bisexual but who takes who says a lot--I thought that would reveal my weakness before the spirit and so it wouldn't allow me to keep you."

"By making you eat me, you mean."

"Yes," replied Ganutash. "Nobody will mind if we leave now, I know of someone that can cure you."

"I can hardly feel the pain," said Rael, following Ganutash out of the hall without a care for being sticky and leaving his clothes in there, "but I bet I will tomorrow morning if we don't do anything about it."

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