Title:           Hammerspace Dragon 3
Author:          dzamie
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First Edit:      Wednesday 10th of February 2016 02:58:32 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 10th of February 2016 02:58:32 PM CDT

>it had been a week since your adoptive daughter and her dragon vanished
>you now know where the dragon is
>you sincerely hope you don't know where your daughter is
>you heft the sword, staring down into the darkness of your cellar
>for any other pest, you would have used a broom
>but for a dragon, a sword feels better
>plus, it can't eat a sharp sword, at least not without messing itself up inside
>you carry a torch out in front of you to light the way as you descend
>sweeping your gaze back and forth, it seems that the little dragon is hiding
>a sheet of paper you don't recognize is sitting out on a table, with scratchy writing scrawled across it
>cautiously, you set the torch down on a nearby metal shelf and pick up the paper to read
>"Hello, father. I hope you find this note in short time."
>you glare at the paper
>it's an unfamiliar script, as though the dragon didn’t think you would notice
>although it is curious that it learned to write
>"Don't worry about us, we're perfectly fine and will be back in just over a week."
>lies and damned lies
>"In the meantime, here's a couple of facts about dragons that you might find useful."
>"Because of size, most prefer ambushes to avoid direct conflict."
>the last line is written much smaller than the rest
>as you bring the paper closer to read the tiny writing, you feel your arms press against something thin and wet
>fear flickers through your mind, and a moment later, the dragon’s tongue tightens fiercely around your chest and arms
>"We're also excellent at effective traps. Sincerely, 'that damnable hellbeast'"
>you go to raise your sword and cut yourself free
>the tongue yanks you backwards, pulling you off-balance
>instinctively, you drop the sword and reach out to try to grab something
>nothing but air
>you brace for impact, but you find your fall slowed by the surprisingly powerful tongue
>semi-suspended, you feel more warm, wet flesh against the back of your head
>you look up, and in the dim light, you can make out the small, ravenous dragon on a tall shelf above you
>holding you below it in the grasp of his tongue
>another loop, this time around your forearms and midsection, as the dragon pulls your head closer to its jaws
>like a fisherman, reeling in his catch
>the warm tongue slips under your waistband, and your mind snaps back to reality
>you thrash about, throwing your weight around and kicking, trying to regain your footing and mobility
>the dragon hardly reacts, and even manages to somehow work you free of your pants in the process
>nothing but more reasons to not have gotten her this monster
>the torch flickers out, and you pause in your struggles
>the dragon pulls on you again, and your feet leave the ground, now suspended only by the dragon
>you feel its warm breath against your head as its jaws open wide above you
>lower, the tip of its tongue coils around your soft cock, teasing you with its soft wetness
>you flail your legs around, trying to shake the offending tongue away
>unfortunately, that only ends in bruised legs from kicking the sturdy shelves, and your dick more quickly waking up to the attention
>the small bit of warmth from its mouth seems to grow larger, stretching over your head
>as your head is pulled into the dragon, you grope around with your hands in front of you, grabbing at the tongue
>as his mouth surrounds everything above your own mouth, soaking your head in his drool, you manage to force the thin coils part-way off your cock
>immediately, it forces itself back down, conforming to every sensitive spot it can find
>you take a sharp gasp from the sudden pleasure just before the dragon's first gulp pulls the rest of your head inside
>as you fumble around with the slippery tongue more, the dragon gradually claims your shoulders and starts down your arms
>it begins to tease you, timing its tongue's strokes with each pulsing swallow
>just as the top half of your arms are pulled into its gluttonous throat, you manage to completely free your twitching cock from the tongue
>the dragon turns its focus to looping its tongue around your legs, forcing them together even as you kick with all your strength
>the stale air of the cellar feels cold against your drool-soaked member
>you find yourself almost wishing it hadn't done that
>the dragon swallows again and exhales a hot breath over your member
>has to have done that on purpose
>somehow, it manages to grab the tip of your cock with its next mouthful
>and presses its jaws together lightly, squeezing your shaft between the roof of its mouth and your own belly
>it gently "chews" on your cock a few times as you thrash around, half in pleasure and half in panic
>then, the dragon swallows again
>powerful ripples of muscle work their way over your body, methodically squeezing you deeper
>you desperately want to be free of this dragon
>but your body has other ideas
>unconsciously, you begin to hump against the dragon's gullet, trying to reach that last bit of pleasure
>you hardly notice the warm feeling spread down over the rest of your body as you're finally fully consumed
>after a while of blissful thrusting, you reach your limit
>your mind goes blank with pleasure as you shoot out your load, spurting cum against yourself in the deep darkness of the tiny dragon's throat
>the next thing you know, you're curled up in a small, close chamber
>as your orgasmic high fades away, you remember where you are
>and what tends to happen to things in there
>with renewed effort, you punch, kick, and throw yourself against the stomach walls
>nothing seems to work, but at the very least, you'll make your killer uncomfortable in your last moments
>a few hours later, a small, somewhat damp girl in a dress is standing with her arms crossed, staring at a dragon
>"C'mon, Selka, spit him out. It's not nice to eat people for longer than they want to be in your belly."
>"But Deidre, he feels so wonderful kicking around in there! My food rarely has such endurance!"
>the girl shakes her head and tries to cross her arms harder
>"There really is no reasoning with you, is there? Fine, then, after you get a bath, okay? It's all dusty down here and I'm sure you're just covered in it after this past week."
>"Only if you leave me be for a few afterwards. You know I'm shy about letting people back out. It's not normal for a dragoness like me."
>smiling, the girl turns and heads up the cellar stairs
>also smiling, the dragon leaps off her perch and glides to the floor, next to where she ate you
>she quickly scarfs down your clothes before taking flight and following the girl up the stairs