Never Trust a Dragon

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Please be advised the story contains the following: M/M, male anthro dragon pred, unwilling male human prey, foot fetish, socks and boots licking, blowjob, anal sex, extremely graphic and tormenting hard oral vore (prey stays alive all the time while his body is being eaten bit by bit, until the skull is crushed and the brain is gone), fatal graphic digestion, weight gain, disposal (scat, urine). Reader discretion is advised – enjoy!

All characters featured within this story are fictional and above the legal age of consent.

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Martin was running from the police through the narrow dark alleys of the downtown. The young-looking dark-haired lad managed to escape from the prison, where he got a life sentence for bank robbing. The sounds of police sirens were getting louder and louder, almost making him lose any hope when he finally reached the fire escape of one old brick buildings and started climbing upwards. He hoped his old pal Nuri was still living there – the dragon managed to leave the gang a year before it got caught and Martin hoped that he wouldn’t mind to hide one of his old associates at home for a while… He opened the window of the dragon’s apartment and slithered inside, trying not to make a sound. He looked over the windowsill and saw a squad of policemen, running down the alley with handguns, and sighed with relief as they passed his shelter, not expecting a regular human to be able to jump high enough to reach the old rusty ladder. The owner of the apartment wasn’t at home yet, so Martin decided to indulge himself and took off the pesky orange prison clothes he hated so much, turning on the lights and taking a warm shower, which was godsent after a few days of homeless life…

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