The dark-grey dragon flicked his tail back and forth, watching the door. After a few seconds, he heard a “click” as the handle turned, and a pair of humans walked in, clad in white labcoats. The first to enter was female, a young blonde girl who kept her hair in a low ponytail. A pair of rectangular lenses were balanced across her nose, but her hazel eyes looked brightly over the glasses. The second human was male; he had curly, light-brown hair that matched his short full beard, and he was more confident in his stride, giving an air of being more experienced of the pair. His glasses were slightly larger and circular, and no matter how hard the dragon looked, he couldn’t see the man’s eyes, even though he was certain the glasses were clear. The dragon climbed down from the wooden desk upon which he had been resting, and walked over to greet the pair. As with most humans, the reptile found his head wasn’t much higher than the man’s waist, or the woman’s midsection. “Doctor Ferrum, right? The lady up front said you were the most likely to take the report.” The dragon took a seat on the floor far away enough to not crane his neck back just to make eye contact. “And hello, miss. Who are you?” Dr. Ferrum placed a small, brown sack on the recently-emptied desk, pulling from it a clipboard, a pen, and a length of rope marked at various places. “Yes, and you must be Vincent. Ah, this is-” the man stopped as he turned towards the other human, “Alice, the spectacles, they’ll accomplish nothing if they do not obstruct vision of your eyes.” The girl pushed her spectacles up, and Vincent noticed he could no longer see her eyes through the “clear” glasses, either. “As I was saying,” Ferrum said, “this is my assistant, Alice. She’ll be aiding in a selection of the procedures. I must admit, I was rather surprised to learn that I would be studying a VOLUNTARY specimen for a change.” Vincent waved his forepaw casually. “Hey, they promised me a meal and an addition to my hoard, and apparently none of this stuff is going to be painful. So, what do we start with? Also, what’s with the glasses? They’re doing something weird to your eyes.” The man opened the pen and scribbled loops on the clipboard until the ink came out steadily. “If you wouldn’t mind getting onto this table here... thank you, I’m going to take your height, weight, and length after a small number of inquiries.” He filled in a few of the boxes immediately; in “scale pattern,” he took note of Vincent’s dark grey body and blue-scaled underside, and under “eyes,” he wrote “two, slit pupil. L Yellow/R Yellow.” He brought the marked rope over to the table, and continued, “for dragons, my typical procedure is to also measure wingspan, but yours has an easily-observable measurement of zero in any respectable measurement system. “Now then, stretch out as long as you can; Alice, receive this rope and align it against his tail. If I could have your name - as much as you’re willing to give - and preferred species name?” “Vincent, last initial S. Hammerspace dragon. Anyway, the glasses?” “Three-three-eight-point-two... Thank you, now if you could stand to your full height? ...Excellent. The glasses are inscribed with several glyphs of protection against minor optic-transmitted cognitive domination. In layman’s terms, they make it difficult for some less-than-benevolent things to use vision-based mind control. ...sixty-one-point-three... And the table possesses a secondary function as a scale. Now then, are there any abilities aside from being able to consume objects much larger than seems plausible sans magic and the aforementioned mind control that would be beneficial for which to perform preliminary observations?” The dragon blinked, tilting his head to the side in confusion. After several seconds, he slowly replied, “you mean what things can I do, aside from eating pretty much anything and Suggestion? Well, my tongue’s as endless as my appetite, but that’s all I can think of.” Ferrum nodded, labeling an empty box on his clipboard. “Excellent. Now, there are a few more areas in which to take observation, as you have demonstrated agreeable behavior; they are purely optional and will neither hinder your qualification for your compensation nor will they increase said compensation, so feel free to opt out of any or all of them. Alice, if you could go through the secondary set with him? I must depart temporarily to retrieve additional equipment necessary for the final portion of this session.” He handed the clipboard to the woman, then swiftly exited, shutting the door behind him. Dragon and human stared at each other for a few seconds, as though mentally congratulating each other for having some idea of what he was talking about. Over the next few minutes, Alice dutifully took the measuring-rope to various parts of the reptile, occasionally telling him to move some limb or stretch his wings out. “Fangs: one point... let’s say three. You can close your mouth now, if you want” the woman read the measurement out as she marked it on the sheet. “One more box; it’s... oh dear, that did go through, didn’t it?” “Huh? What went through?” Vincent craned his neck in a vain attempt to look at the clipboard. Alice removed and folded her glasses to make sure she was seeing it clearly, and her cheeks tinged red as she read the last label aloud. “It’s, er, penis description. A group of bards turned researchers had been very insistent on getting their... interests pushed earlier in the observations.” “Ah. Well, that’s sort of complicated... but, I can’t think of why I shouldn’t let you have a look.” The dark grey dragon grinned before climbing down to the floor, hidden from sight of the doorway. A moment later, a scaly head appeared over the side of the table, grey features in stark contrast to bright golden eyes. “I’d rather be down here - Ferrum isn’t really someone I want to let see. I’ll be on my back, though, so you can get a better look at my cock.” The girl glanced at the closed door, then went to crouch next to Vincent. True to his word, the dragon was lying on his back, the thicker blue scale-plates of his underbelly on show. Her eyes traveled from his grinning face, down his neck, over his chest and belly, and to the tip of his tail - an unbroken path of blue - before roaming back between his hind legs. There, a pinkish-red shaft was gradually emerging from the dragon’s genital slit. Sharply curved, with few slight ridges across the underside, and coming to a point, it was a very typical dragon penis. The dragon was quite sure of that. “So, do you mind if I-” Alice’s mind faltered, trying to think of phrasing, “if I make sure it’s at its full length?” Vincent’s grin never wavered; the dragon was much less hesitant about this procedure. “Go ahead. The ridges under it are pretty sensitive, by the way.” The woman nodded, her ponytail falling from her back to hang right of her neck. Blushing fiercely, Alice tentatively reached her hand out to the dragon’s shaft, slowly and deliberately sliding up and down its length. The dragon’s tail swished back and forth against the floor; Vincent hadn’t expected her to be nearly this soft or gentle. After a few strokes, the cock had grown to its full length, fitting comfortably in the blonde’s grip. Alice and Vincent shared a silent feeling of disappointment as she withdrew her hand, now with a thin coating of natural lube. A couple quick measurements with the rope, and Alice stood up, striding quickly to the room’s sink. Glancing back at the dragon still on his back, the woman smiled sheepishly, offering a quick explanation. “Doctor Ferrum’s probably going to return soon, and besides, if you had cum, there’s a boatload of procedures I’d have to run through, as well as some awkward explaining to give Ferrum.” Nodding in understanding, Vincent rolled back onto his feet and sprang up to the table, quickly lying flat to cover his ever-so-slowly retreating shaft. “Oh, sure. Science and stuff.” He caught her eye, and his own lit up, seeming almost to shine slightly. “Although, if you’re interested, I’d be more than happy to «pick up where we left off, sometime. Later today,» maybe?” Alice dried her hands and wrote a short description of the dragon’s penis in the appropriate box, along with the measurements she took. Shooting another quick look at the door, she walked over to the golden-eyed dragon, smiling. “Don’t tell anyone - seriously, I could get in so much trouble - but sure. I’ll be off probably a few hours after we finish the report on you; where should I find you?” The dragon gave her a location, easy enough to get to but well out of the way of public view. They each promised to be there, and then their attention was quickly broken by Dr. Ferrum opening the door, slowly pulling in what appeared to be a large winch. Vincent’s eyes dulled back to yellow upon seeing him, and Alice quickly reported that she had finished the secondary observations before going to help him bring the mechanism. Ferrum looked at his assistant, then quickly darted his eyes around the room, eventually alighting on the table, next to Vincent. “Alice, again, the glasses do nothing if they are not situated on your face - no, don’t get them now; we’re going to start in a minute. And Vincent, this upcoming section is designed to allow you to demonstrate your abilities in a controlled environment. You will show the following ternion: an extraordinarily lengthy tongue, the capacity to consume that which appears to be exceedingly large, and the related ability to refrain from exhibiting outward gain of mass upon said consumption.” Vincent blinked and tilted his head to one side. “Doctor, I can say in perfect honesty that I have no idea what any of that means.” Alice spoke up. “I have a harness under this lab coat. Metal cable connects to it, you swallow me and as much of the cable as you can. And do whatever you can to show off your tongue. I’ve got a magic crystal that’ll watch my vitals and try to teleport me to Doctor Ferrum’s one if it detects danger. Then, I get safely pulled out by the cable, and you get your reward.” The woman removed her lab coat and shoes, setting them aside, and revealed a harness that looked more like a wetsuit. She then affixed the free end of the steel cable to a point near her shoulder blades. “Oh, and in case something goes wrong, I can detach the cable without even having to reach up.” The grey dragon jumped to the floor. “Sounds good, looks great. Would you mind sitting, so I could start at your feet?” The blonde girl did so, and Vincent neared his “prey,” doing his level best to ignore the researcher staring at him from behind large glasses. --- Vincent’s Perspective --- Vincent opened his jaws, clamping down gently around the woman’s toes. The rubber suit squeaked lightly from the pressure; the dragon smiled to himself at this. Deciding to start by showing off his tongue, he slid the forked appendage out of his mouth, curling it around Alice’s feet and ankles. Gradually, Vincent extended more and more of his wet, endless tongue around the girl, slowly but completely covering her in its coils. The rubber suit wasn’t exactly the tastiest morsel, but he still enjoyed watching as his tongue looped around her arms as well, holding them lightly against her sides. Ferrum and Alice were talking, but not to him, so he didn’t pay much attention. He slowed slightly when his tongue snaked around the woman's breasts, hoping she wouldn't notice or mind the quick squeeze he gave her soft mounds. The dragon had reached his prey’s shoulders when Alice spoke to him. “Vincent, would you mind leaving my head uncovered? Unless your tongue is somehow almost at its end...” Vincent nodded, and stopped after sliding his tongue over and around her neck. He savored the flavor there - it was one of the few parts of the woman not covered by the suit - before beginning to work the rest of him up her body. With Alice’s feet already in his jaws, the dragon easily pulled her shins into his maw, dragging her feet into his gullet. Gradually moving upward, occasionally taking a step to reach more, he unwound his tongue from around the woman’s legs, trading the coils for his throat. As he approached her hips, the space in front of his muzzle seemed to warp, compressing Alice’s body to a width he could fit his jaws around. With half his “prey’s” body inside, the dragon simply swallowed, pulling the woman’s midsection down his throat in a single gulp. Another, smaller, pull, and Vincent had her breasts in his jaws, gently pressing down; despite the full-body suit, the reptile’s actions brought a visible blush to her face. He hooked his tongue around her head, and with a long, drawn-out swallow, dragged Alice completely down into his throat, fully hidden from the world. With the savory part of his meal already down, Vincent closed his jaws lightly around the cable, content to let his throat muscles pull it gradually in. Vincent looked towards Doctor Ferrum, who alternated between watching the cable slowly move into Vincent's mouth, studying the pulsing light from a small, smooth stone, and attentively scribbling notes. After a few minutes of this, Ferrum clicked his pen and looked down towards Vincent. "I believe I have recorded sufficient data for this injunction, Vincent. Now then, if you would regurgitate my research assistant sans injury to the best of your ability?" The dragon nodded, then snapped his jaws shut, easily severing the strong cable. A quick gulp, and his mouth was free once more. "Don't panic," he said in his calmest voice, upon noticing Ferrum's shocked expression and iron grip on his pen, "she's perfectly safe, but it'd be helpful if Alice disconnected her end of the wire." With a smirk, Vincent felt a small motion in his gullet, and his "meal" separated into human and metal - Alice had heard him. The woman slipped into the dragon's belly, before quickly being pulled back up. Vincent took a steady stance and spread his jaws wide, revealing a head of soaked, blonde hair. Pointing his head down and slowly walking backwards, he gradually placed the suited woman on the floor, flicking his tongue across his muzzle once finished. "No cause for alarm," the dragon remarked with a smug grin, "I only ate her." --- Alice's Perspective --- Alice sat on the floor, feet raised slightly towards the small dragon. Vincent clamped down around them, and the woman suppressed a giggle as his tongue flicked across. A curious look came across her face when she felt a warm, soft sensation slowly crawl up her feet and shins; a closer look revealed that Vincent's pink, forked tongue was gradually spiraling around her legs, loosely binding the limbs together. "Alice, have you qualitative or quantitative observations resulting from your emergent situation?" Hector Ferrum asked in his same neutral tone. "Uhh..." Alice began, trying to clear her mind, "he has a remarkably long tongue, long enough to be impossible to fit in his mouth like most species. It's soft, warm, and very well controlled. Appears wet, but the protective suit gives me no tactile confirmation." She blinked, staring at the warm pink spiral climbing her thighs. Hopefully the doctor could reword that to sound less casual. Alice's heart began to beat faster as the tongue slipped wetly around her hips and arms; despite knowing that she was perfectly safe and consenting, the efficiency with which the dragon pinned her was still intimidating. Her midsection and breasts were soon to follow, and she felt a light blush across her face as Vincent tightened his grip around them; although, she reasoned, it could be a predatory instinct to make his "food" smaller. She made a quick remark to Ferrum, carefully leaving out the exact location of the tightness. That was between her and Vincent. A thought struck her, and she spoke to the dark grey dragon directly, "Vincent, would you mind leaving my head uncovered? Unless your tongue is somehow almost at its end...” He nodded slightly, shifting her toes slightly, and coiled lightly around her neck. Trying to hide the latent fear that the carnivorous reptile would tighten those last few loops, Alice mentioned to the other researcher, "tongue feels wet, confirmed." She felt like an idiot saying it, but it was valid - after all, there existed a species with almost no trace of water anywhere in them. She had to admit, though, Vincent's tongue was very comfortable, if a bit restrictive. A tight sensation gripped at her feet, and Alice snapped out of her thoughts to look down at the small dragon, who had moved forward, beginning to actually swallow her. He was clearly used to this, as she could barely feel where his tongue stopped and throat started, save for the slight increase in pressure. The tightness traveled up her legs as the reptile moved towards her; as he worked his way over her hips and forearms, she noticed something odd. "The pressure on my legs is constant, rather than inverse to cross-sectional area," she noted for the records, "and my body seems to squeeze down to fit - er, prey compresses for reduced-effort consumption?" Formal scientific words were not her forté. A pulse of muscle traveled down her waist and legs, pulling her further into Vincent's jaws. "Stronger than he looks..." Alice mumbled, surprised to find everything below her chest hidden behind grey scales. A smaller swallow tucked her breasts into his mouth, and the woman blushed as the dragon gently pressed on them with his jaws. The grey reptile reoriented his tongue, holding her head as she looked into his widening maw, pink and inviting. The tongue, as well as another tight ripple from Vincent's throat, gradually pulled the woman inside, humid breath giving way to being pressed against the wet sides of his throat. Despite that Alice knew how big Vincent was, she couldn't help but think him much larger; his deceptively long throat wasn't nearly as restrictive or weak as it seemed from the outside. Eyes closed in the darkness, she simply rested her head against the dragon's soft throat, listening to the wet sounds of the warm flesh working her endlessly downwards. "-n't worry," Vincent's voice pierced her thoughts, and Alice opened her eyes on instinct, fortunately nothing happening but realizing she was in a pitch-black gullet. "She's perfectly safe, but it'd be helpful if Alice disconnected her end of the wire." The blonde girl shifted her gloved hands, and the cable connecting her to the outside world popped free - he had no reason to lie to her, after all; he had a very fun appointment with her after work. Shortly after she set herself free, Alice's feet squeezed through a firm ring of muscle, with the rest of her quickly following, into a small stomach. Oddly, she made a mental note that absent from it was the expected stench of harsh acids and previously digested prey. Before she could think more on the topic, however, the organ around her lurched, and she was forced back into Vincent's throat. A surprisingly short trip later, Alice found herself lying on her back on the floor, a dark grey dragon's head over her, saying "no cause for alarm. I only ate her." --- Alice quickly got up, retrieving a towel to dry herself off, while Dr. Ferrum gave Vincent a couple more questions. "We conclude, then," the doctor said after setting his pen down, "and the primary portion of your compensation will be available behind the entryway enumerated with 0462. I have been permitted to relay to you the assurance that the aforementioned enclosure possesses a complete lack of recording devices, magical, nonmagical, and hybrid. The dragon took a few seconds to decipher the loquacious man's words, then thanked the two humans and made his way to the given room. Opening the door and stepping through, he was greeted with the sight of a slim, confident-looking man, clean-shaven and with a smug smirk plastered on his face - reminding Vincent quite a bit of a knockoff salesman, and a bored-looking woman with long, straight, fiery-red hair and - as Vincent was quick to notice - a rather flat chest. The redhead stayed silent, as though working out a puzzle that had just appeared, but the man was quick to greet the dragon, in a tone suggesting he was fated for death for scamming the wrong noble, "Ah, and there's the third prisoner. I hope you don't mind being the brawn in this breakout, but the two of us - Jessica and Garland, that is - are rather attached to our roles of brains and beauty. I've got a plan all set up, and it'll go even smoother with a strong-looking dragon like you." Vincent briefly wondered if all the male humans in this city were absolutely mad, but after a moment of consideration, decided not to humor him his fantasy... much. "Well," he began carefully, "I can guarantee neither of you will even be able to be found after I 'help.'" The grey dragon paused for effect, then put on a wicked grin. "Hello, my name is Vincent, and I'll be your executioner." Before either human could react, Vincent leapt at Garland, sending them crashing to the ground, prey pinned under predator. "If you don’t struggle, I’ll make this as painless as possible." He looked over to Jessica, who was working at the lock to the door, then announced, as to both of them, "Don't worry, though, I'll be sure to relay your last words." Garland weakly tested at the weight of the dragon on top of him, but quickly decided he was probably sincere in the threat. Perhaps, the man thought, he had finally found a worthy challenge; if so, best to give it his all and do it right. “Hey,” he started, getting the dragon’s attention, “keep to that promise, or I’ll try my damndest to haunt you. Tell them I said no prison, not even death, can forever hold Garland the Great!” The man’s slightly worried look was once more replaced by the calm smile of someone who sees checkmate in two moves. +++ --- Vincent’s Perspective --- Vincent smiled brightly. “You talk well, even under pressure,” he looked back at his body, currently pinning his capture’s, “no pun intended. I’ll stay silent of your inevitable pleas for mercy, too. Now then, in you go!” The dragon gave the man’s face a quick lick, picking up the familiar salty flavor as well as- was that strawberries?- before stretching his jaws wide open and clamping down over his prey’s head. Wiggling forward a little, Vincent worked Garland’s berry-flavored head completely inside his mouth, curiously licking his face while the man sputtered. Making sure he had a firm grip, the grey reptile rose and stepped backwards, pulling the human into a sitting position as Vincent’s drool began to wet his shirt. With hindpaws on Garland’s legs and forepaws pressing his upper arms to his sides, the dragon’s head drifted lower, taking in the rough, dry fabric of the shirt. Clothes were his least favorite part, but Vincent certainly wasn’t one to refuse a free meal. In short fashion, the grey reptile found himself with his maw wrapped around Garland’s waist, his lower jaw resting on the half-devoured man’s lap. The human’s arms twitched as he tried again to move the now-pinned limbs; as the dragon’s prey began to shift more inside him, he smiled around his meal. This was about when they usually started struggling regardless. In one fluid motion, Vincent tossed his head up and back, flipping the man’s legs above him, and relaxed his throat. Immediately, the man started trying to thrash around, flailing his legs and twisting and wiggling his body as much as Vincent’s gullet would allow. All to the small dragon’s pleasure, of course: his prey’s most frenzied struggles were a relaxing throat rub, and every kick, thrash, and squirm fed more and more of the human to him. After about a minute, however, fatigue seemed to catch up with the entertaining meal, and his movement ceased. His ankles and feet, the only parts of him left outside the voracious reptile, went limp and didn’t so much as twitch as Vincent calmly wrapped his tongue once around the last of the man, easily pulling him entirely away from the world. A few more satisfying gulps, and Garland slid smoothly into the dragon’s belly, where stomach acids quickly began to work away at his food - painlessly, of course, Vincent did keep his promises.. --- Garland’s Perspective --- “Now, in you go!” The strange dragon opened his mouth, revealing light pink flesh fading into a pitch-black tunnel as the beast’s tongue slid wetly across Garland’s face, leaving a warm smear on his cheek. The man took a second to wonder why the reptile didn’t seem to be going for his throat as a small predator likely would. Immediately, however, he found his entire head sealed in darkness and surrounded by wet saliva. Surprised and confused, he tried to spit out the drool that had gotten in his mouth, but only managed to let the dragon soak more of it into him. Still, he thought, this creature was pretty small, and his “death” should be a quick slice through the neck. Despite his situation, Garland smiled - unknown to Vincent, and even to Jessica, he managed to sneak a powerful magic crystal in. On taking lethal damage, it would heal him and teleport him through this dimension to the waypoint he set earlier at his hideout; his execution would fail. The dragon jerked him forward, and the man easily let the dragon sit him up. Some pressure on top of his legs and around his arms reminded him once more the size of his “executioner.” But then, he heard a wet gulp, and his head was pulled further into the dragon’s gullet, his shoulders somehow also sharing the tight, wet sensation. Inch by inch, a soft heat enveloped his chest, arms, and midsection, until he felt a scaly muzzle press against his crotch. Garland shifted awkwardly; he really wasn’t comfortable with how pleasant the inside of Vincent’s throat was, and he definitely didn’t like that his head hadn’t reached the dragon’s stomach. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to it, of course, but the faster it happened, the sooner he could escape. Suddenly, he felt gravity reverse itself, and his hips and waist were, too, taken into the annoyingly comforting gullet. In a fit of panic, Garland began to thrash about, kicking his legs and twisting violently around in the dragon’s neck - it wasn’t as subtle as he’d like, but he’d be fine with ripping open his predator’s throat. Despite the dragon’s powerful throat holding him nearly immobile, his motions became more and more frantic as more and more of his thighs succumbed to the powerful throat, until he suddenly stopped entirely. Despite being able to breathe, there wasn’t enough air inside the dragon to keep his stamina, and besides, the beast had claimed all of him but his feet. Something long and thin coiled around what little of him was still dry, and then he was fully inside the dragon’s neck. All around him, the only thing he could hear was the wet squelches of his captor’s flesh against his own. After a moment, a few long, slow contractions moved up his body, pushing him further and further away from the dragon’s maw, pressing his face up against a tight band of muscle. Squeezing through, the man fell against soft, warm stomach walls, clearly eager to take away his body and use it for the dragon’s. Taking a few seconds to regain his composure, Garland shifted around, lying in Vincent’s gut as though it was a hammock. Even as hot fluids pooled around and over him, and the churning stomach pressed in around him, and his skin began to itch, the man smiled, sure of his escape plan. He had hardly realized he had stopped breathing when a bright glow lit up the kneading, pressing organ, and... He didn’t go anywhere. Startled, Garland felt around to make sure it had gone off. Sure enough, his hands were back, although judging by the strong tingling sensation, not for long. But he was still inside the dragon. He accidentally inhaled some of the caustic fluid, and there was another light... same thing. Garland truly panicked - not only was he going to die, his own foolproof plan would keep him dying until it ran out of magic. A third time it triggered, and as his body was restored, he wondered if he would end up regretting or desiring his final demise. +++ Ignorant of his first meal’s crisis, Vincent looked over at the woman, who was still fruitlessly trying to pick the lock. “You’d have better luck trying to break the metal door itself,” he commented, “even if you get that, it’s barred from the outside. And anyway, it’s your turn.” The dragon walked to the center of the room and sat, looking directly at her. Jessica turned to look back into his brilliant gold eyes, then wordlessly turned back to the door, still fiddling at the lock. Vincent blinked a couple of times, a little surprised, then walked up to her, changing things up. “More than just looks, huh? Say, would you be willing to do a favor for me?” The dragon calmly reached up to the door’s handle and turned it. No real lock, but it wouldn’t open, of course. “I think we both want the same thing here: some kind of release. Mine’s a bit cruder than yours, but...” He looked up at the woman next to him, who was looking back. Wordlessly, she gestured for him to continue talking; Vincent was beginning to wonder if she was mute. “Okay, then, I’ll put it bluntly,” he offered, “make me cum, and I’ll let you free out of this room. Alternatively, I’ll just eat you normally, and we’ll see how long you can fend me off. Sound good?” The grey dragon gave a sharp-toothed grin to punctuate his “offer.” Jessica stepped back, surprised. She paused to weigh the chances of her taking on the dragon, but was shortly interrupted by a casual warning from the reptile, “ten seconds, by the way. Then I’m eating you.” The woman chanced a few more seconds of deliberation, then nodded and turned away to undress. +++ --- Vincent’s Perspective --- Vincent watched, tantalized, as the human lady in front of him stripped off her clothing piece by piece. With some concentration, he tore his gaze from her form and leapt atop the low table in the room without letting his member smack against it. Glancing under himself to check, he confirmed to himself that his shaft was as he expected - almost as large as the woman in the room was. He looked back up to Jessica, who was turning to face him, now fully nude. A shocked look crossed the human’s face, and she took a step back. The hammerspace dragon made a confused face, then pretended to realize what happened. “You just have to make me cum,” he reassured her, “in whatever way you can.” The redhead stepped forward, her face threatening to match her hair. The woman sank to the ground, tentatively reaching out with a hand towards Vincent’s cock. A small jolt of pleasure shot through the dragon’s small body as she gently stroked the head. Jessica withdrew her hand, letting it hang just in front of his cocktip. Vincent grinned in anticipation and thrust his hips forward. Immediately, he felt the human’s hand push along the inside of his penis, rubbing against the soft, sensitive flesh. As quickly, her hand tried to pull out of his length, but the dragon kept her stuck. Vincent glanced at her face, meeting her surprise and unease with a confident smile. Another hand pressed up against the opening, presumably for leverage, but a quick twitch from the dragon pulled it into his shaft, too. The male’s firm cock squeezed around Jessica’s arms, drawing her head right next to the dragon’s cockslit. A look of pure fear flashed across her face as Vincent brought his forepaw against the back of her head and pressed her into his length. Taking advantage of the woman’s lingering confusing, the hammerspace dragon stepped down from his perch, slowly filling his cock with her body. Her small breasts were hardly noticeable as his gaping length slid easily over them, with the rest of her upper half soon to follow as the dragon tried to muffle his groans of pleasure. Vincent paused and looked under himself, admiring the already-sizable bulge in his shaft; the woman’s hands had already vanished past his genital slit and would soon become very well acquainted with his milky seed. Despite his desire to immediately continue, dragging the woman’s now-kicking legs into his massive cock, the hammerspace dragon forced himself to take a break, waiting for his near-orgasmic levels of pleasure to settle down. After all, he did say he’d let her out if she made him cum, and there was no way he’d let such a wonderful toy go. Eventually, however, his arousal fell, and Jessica stopped kicking. Smiling, Vincent took great advantage of this. As his shaft drew her thighs in, starting to force her head into his internal sack, he grabbed his length against his chest, the tip brushing against the base of his neck, and sat back, pointing it upwards and his prey downwards. Immediately, the male was rewarded with a long draw of pleasure, heavily increased as Jessica seemed to regain her stamina, struggling for all she could. For all her movement and vigor, though, the dragon’s progress merely quickened, and with a soft, wet slurp, her bare feet vanished into Vincent’s cock. He gently stroked down his shaft, helping the doomed woman slide faster and easier through his malehood and into the awaiting pool of seed, already working on turning her hands and arms into more of the virile goop. His “hunt” finished, Vincent smiled to himself. The only sign that he had devoured a human woman through his cock was the existence of the large shaft, itself. As Jessica’s body vanished, being replaced by its equivalent in dragon cum, he paced around the room, stretching his wings a bit as he waited for his shaft to soften and retreat back behind his scales. --- Jessica’s Perspective --- Jessica finished stripping, kicking her panties off onto the pile of the rest of her clothes. The dragon seemed... truthful, if not honest, and with such a small frame, it would be easy for her to fulfill her end of the deal. Plus, with him being a dragon, he probably wouldn’t be turned off by her cup size. Optimistic, she turned around, wondering what a dragon’s dick looked like. And immediately took a step back, surprised. Hanging below the dragon’s underbelly was a cock that could be mistaken for a human’s, if not for its size, which was positively massive, especially on a small dragon. The dragon looked puzzled at her reaction, but then understanding crossed his face, and he reminded her, “You just have to make me cum, in whatever way you want.” Jessica nodded slightly and took a few shaky steps forward, her face burning hot. When she was in front of the beast, the woman sank to her knees, eyeing the massive penis with trepidation. Cautiously, she reached out a hand and rested it against its head, warm and soft to the touch. She let her hand slide along and off it, unsure of how effective she was being. Above her, the dragon shifted, and her hand and forearm was surrounded by a wet, sticky warmth. After a moment of confusion, Jessica realized her hand had slipped into his shaft. Hoping the dragon didn’t mind the error, she pulled at the hand... only to find it stuck. Surprised, she looked up towards the male, who returned a reassuring smile. The human realized that she might just not be pulling hard enough, so she braced her other hand by the stuck one and pulled, or would have, had the dragon’s shaft not engulfed her other hand as well. The warm insides of the dragon’s shaft suddenly squeezed around her trapped wrists and drew her deeper, pulling her face-to-face with the gaping cockslit. As the strong, musky smell from the shaft flooded her nose, fear gripped her as strongly as his shaft did; Jessica hardly noticed the grey, scaly paw pressing against the back of her head as the dragon’s length shifted around her. With a wet slurp, the woman found her vision filled with the dark, slimy interior of the organ she had been trying to service. As she tried to wrap her head around what was happening, the sticky wetness slid over her torso and stomach, kneading warm cum against her bare skin. Her petite breasts hardly slowed the giant shaft at all, to her dismay. By the time she had the thought to squirm and kick around - modesty be damned, stuck halfway in a dragon’s penis - the beast had devoured her up to her waist. Her hands were no longer in the same tight, pulsing corridor the rest of her body was, but had squeezed into a much more open area. Flailing around seemed to have stopped her consumption, but unfortunately for the trapped human, she couldn’t keep it up forever. Minutes passed, and the musky air she was breathing slowly sapped her of the ability to fight - and her will, as each second she spent inside the hot, cum-slicked shaft made it harder to focus on escape. Eventually, taking in large breaths, she laid still, silently accepting her fate of... whatever would happen to her. Nothing happened for a minute, and Jessica grew hopeful he had somehow fallen asleep, and that she could wiggle out. Just then, the powerful cock tensed around her, and her world tilted, pointing her face-down towards her destination. The ripple of flesh around her began to draw her legs in. Not wanting to lose the last bit of hope she had, the woman kicked as hard as she could, but her legs were pressed firmly together, barely even able to wriggle as her arms joined her hands in the open space. The dragon was relentless, seeming to press in with his forelegs to force her down faster, and in short time, she found herself curled up and half-submerged in a pool of a thick, warm fluid, which smell - and accidental taste - told her was the dragon’s semen. Sputtering out some of the cum, Jessica brought her hand to her face to clear away some of it. To her surprise, her hand didn’t seem to reach, and by brushing her arm against her face, she realized that it didn’t exist any more - her arm was covered in the salty fluid, but about half of her forearm was gone, with more seeming to just drip off. A defeated attitude came over her once more in the dark, humid prison as she realized not only what was happening, but how quickly it was happening. Hoping to get it over with, she sank as low as she could in the cum bath and desperately wished she had gone along the side of the dragon’s shaft at first. As her legs and rear drifted off to join the rest of the dragon’s cum, she sunk ever lower, until her head vanished beneath the viscous, salty surface, never to return. +++ A metal knocking sounded through the room as Vincent sat by the door and tapped his paw against it. “Excuse me, if anyone’s listening, I’d like to receive the non-food portion of my compensation.” A few seconds later, he heard a click from by the handle, and the door swung inward, missing the dragon by inches. He stood up and strode from the room, leaving inside it Jessica’s clothes, the furniture, and naught else. The person who unbolted the door led the small dragon back to the front desk, where, after a short conversation during which he explained he didn’t have a signature, Vincent got a small bag, filled with gold and assorted jewels, which he grabbed in his jaws. Before he left the desk, he made sure to tell the person about Garland’s last words, and that Jessica didn’t seem to have any. The dragon checked the time, exited the building, and quickly ducked into an alleyway. He set the bag down on the ground and dipped his head into it. A few careful bites and tongue-scoops later, and the bag was empty, and soon deposited into the building’s trash can. Vincent smiled as yet more wealth was added to his hoard, then set a course towards a secluded spot by the park. He had another human to introduce to his cock, after all. Maybe he’d even use some of his earlier prey to show his... enthusiasm to Alice.