Serve him in his belly.

Revolting in horror, Tiela cannot free herself from beneath his heavy pawfoot. "I'll never serve the likes of you!" Though the fear can be heard in her voice, her intractable words ring out in unbroken timbre. She cringes beneath him, curling her furred tail between her legs, but glares up at him all the same with wide, yellow eyes.

His foot comes off of her only to slam onto the ground at her side. Standing over her with his paws on his thighs, he crouches low enough so that his muzzle sneers at her from only a foot away. His sagging nut sack droops low between his calves, and she can feel just a portion of its heat touching against the skin on her pelvis. "Wrong answer." His voice is dire, like a guttural belch. Its depth leaves Tiela with a dread just as deep in her own stomach, where she can still feel his foot had pressed upon her. Shoukyaku slowly straightens himself back up.

Tiela flips herself onto her front side. She knows very well her attempts to scramble away from him are futile, but her beating heart urges her to escape against all possibility. "Now you'll learn that I can simply do anything," the dragon says above her, "and your consent is merely a formality." She only crawls a few feet forward, still not onto all fours yet, and the jagged rock floor jabs and scrapes painfully at her body. She winces in agony, but presses onward. The tawny brown fur of her own tail puffs out in every direction when she feels a slithering appendage coiling around her ankle. She tries to kick it off without looking back, but its grasp is too secure. There is no escape.

Shoukyaku's paws rest on his hips. His tail is curled around one side and now lifts Tiela up into the air by her ankle. He passes her off into one hand and dangles her upside-down in front of himself. As he looks over her body at his leisure, he huffs in disapproval. "I regret that you look far too enthralling to waste on a meal, but without your fealty, you are unworthy to satiate me."

The cat-woman feels the blood rushing into her head as well as her arms which dangle uselessly towards the floor. Her breasts shift thickly against her upper chest, and her loin cloth is now hanging down her torso, completely exposing the cleft of her rounded rear and her tan, mostly trimmed vulva. Even her quivering tail lolls down her backside, twitching in an erratic dance as it twists itself into frenzied curves. Her two feline ears pin themselves back against her head as she dreads to wonder what could be in store for her next. So resolute is she in making up her mind that she never reconsiders her options in the little time that remains for her. She scowls at his feet when she hears Shoukyaku say, "Tomorrow, I shall have to pick another of your kind to serve me."

"Yes," the dragon muses as she remains suspended there. "I watch your village frittering about among their trees, playing in their water. You are not as well-hidden as you suppose." With a gruff snarl, he snakes his long, glistening black tongue out from his head and drags it roughly over her pelvis, smearing his torrid saliva across the nether valley of her thighs. That nimble, twisting appendage feels like it could be as thick as her arm, and as he stretches its length outward, it turns orange in hue further in. He swipes his tongue against her outer labia, and she can hear the slick rolling of his drooling oral muscle caressing her fuzzy virgin peach. Shoukyaku tongue-whips her pussy, lashing his muscle furiously across her clitoris and soaking up her loins. Her nightly fingering, done to relieve the temptations of physical pleasure, could never reproduce sensations such as this.

"You're already so deliciously moist. What a pity you're incapable of honoring me," he says. Her body cringes in the electric twinges of pleasure his monstrous tongue bestows upon her. His vocal utensil surges forth like a predatory eel, delving between her thighs and now diving viciously into the un-tempered sanctum of her cunt. Tiela lets out a helpless squeal. She makes an involuntary attempt to kick her legs, but can only buckle her thighs in the air. Shoukyaku grasps her free ankle, wrenching her legs apart wide as he burrows his tongue deeper and deeper still into her sumptuous canal. He folds his tongue in half to wedge it through her snug interior, and she lets out an uncontrollable sob at the notion of how thick his tongue alone filled her out. She can hear the moist noise it makes pushing into her malleable, warm flesh.

Her mind is too distracted to raise her arms against him in time, not that her bare hands would be much use against his hardened scales. His tail ropes around her wrists and binds them together. She bites her lip and whines, jolting her body so that her ripe tits jiggle like two globular flans. She now notices something rigid jutting towards her, stabbing against the supple flesh of her left breast. Rigid and dense. A hefty log of obsidian dick is pulsating, oozing sticky, steaming preseminal fluid down her boob. Her next scream dwindles into a minute squeal when he parts his jaws wide to envelop the entirety of her erogenous region. His tongue shoves its way deep through her snatch, rippling about within the confines of her feminine channel with a variety of lewd slurps. With a guttural noise, he pulls his face away and yanks his lengthy tongue free of her. Tiela can feel a newfound emptiness in the dead silence that follows.

Shoukyaku clasps her thighs together, pressing her legs into one contiguous shape. His jaws stretch almost like a serpent's, his face appearing to expand so that his mouth can engulf her feet. He thrusts her ankles straight into his gullet, his vicious teeth grazing around her upper shins, dimpling her skin like dagger points. Waves of heat roll off the damp interior of his cheeks which are so fleshy and soft compared to his callous exterior. He doesn't pause for longer than a moment. With a few snaps of his mighty jaws, he stuffs her calves past his slobbering tongue and through the stretchy, taut flaps of scaly skin between his cheekbones and jowls. Tiela screams, feeling the rippling, sinewy flesh open to squeeze higher around her, dragging her inwards in a manner that opposes all she understands. The sensation is slimy, and she finds no purchase to drag herself back out, and his wretched esophagus proves too strong in its unilateral purpose for her.

As her head bobs higher, Tiela watches his massive engorgement twitching with excitement for his writhing, crying meal. The word "no" wails from her lips countless times in a grim and dismal speech. His undulating inner muscles feel strangely soothing, massaging her body even as they trap her within his expanding frame. His throat spreads like a serpent's, now welcoming her shapely buttocks as his jaws distend to fit her hips into his head. Her hands clutch at his chest but find nothing to hold on to. His firm physicality rounds outwards as her body begins to fill his, to complete the needy void within his stomach. Unseen elastic tissue expands against her feet while his tongue roves past her drenched groin. His paws pluck her wrists from where she presses her hands to his chest, and shoves her limbs into his mouth at her sides.

Shoukyaku's head tilts back and he nods vigorously, snapping his jaws around her like an animal eating too fast to chew its food. His teeth could easily impale her without a second thought, and yet he keeps her whole as he ingests her. His abdomen pushes outward below her, and she is frightened beyond words to realize that almost half of her body must be entering his gut by now. Her elbows are gone inside his neck, and his disgusting tongue flops between her breasts. Once he works his lips around her shoulders, a strange exhaustion comes over her as though she knows she is defeated. She can see his jaws passing around her face, the space once just a small void, but now the frame through which she views the brief remainder of her existence. Tiela can't even shudder as she feels all the stifling flesh slipping around her, dragging her down of its own accord, and she realizes there's no preventing becoming his meal. She tries to let out a murmur, but nothing comes out.

It is at this point that Shoukyaku pauses. Her chin is resting on the back of his tongue, her head resting just above his gullet. She's wearing him like a full-body costume, staring out past the reeking veil of his jagged teeth, his shadowing jaws and his molesting tongue. Shoukyaku grants her this last image of his lair's interior as seen through his own maw. He then shuts his jaws, casting her into final darkness. With one powerful swallow, he gulps her body inside of himself, into his stomach. When his jaws part to take in deep breaths, Tiela is nowhere to be seen. He rests his paw over his middle, grumbling at the occasional fidgeting that fights his walls and pushes against him. In little time, the motions quit, and the only noise is the terminal gurgling of his innards.

He laments that his next trip to the halfling village will have to wait until this morsel has digested, and questions whether his next foray will prove more fruitful or not.