Dota Vore fic
This was a sort of joke gift started a while back for a handful of people. I never finished it back then, but one finally convinced me to do so. So yeah, here you go:
Characters: Silencer and Winter Wyvern
Soft vore, no sex or gore
Nortrom moved his head back and forth from the large scaled leg to the note book on the table beside them, jotting down a sketch of the anatomy and claw structure. Wondering if the sole lacked the scales of it’s top side, he ran a finger down, noting the leather like texture and the fact there were scales, just much smaller in size.
Auroth shivered, wiggling her toes. “Be careful, I wouldn’t want you to get kicked by accidentally tickling me.” Her tone was playful, more entertained by his enthusiasm to physically assess her anatomy than anything else.
Pulling back and running a hand through his hair, the Silencer laughed sheepishly. “Ah, sorry about that,” Pencil set back down on the table, he stretched his neck, sore from leaning down, “I really do appreciate this; The records of Aeol Drias have little up close research of wyverns. You are a rare breed.” A smile formed across his lips, trying his best to no sound too analytical while showing he was indeed grateful for her help.
“Think nothing of it! You get your information, and I am immortalized in your archives- the added donations to my horde were a good step to convince me as well,” Wing unfurling towards the pile of books, she flashed a toothy grin, “Are you done for time being?”
Nortrom rapped his fingers against the table in thought, other hand brushing down his padded gambeson. It was cold in Icewrack, and even more so up high where the Wyvern lived. While not in full armour, the Silencer still wore his warm robes, gloves, boots, and black under suit in order to stay warm. “I don’t think there’s anything else to take notes on, without being too intrusive.”
“Oh?” Those words sent a curiosity across Auroth, that soon turned into an impish smirk, “I’m sure I can think of another area not often studied…” Nortrom froze, her teasing glare leading him to assuming a very sexual minded suggestion, “Not many get close to a Wyvern’s mouth and live to tell the tale.” Oh good, it wasn’t down there…
Brow quirked, Nortrom was quick to take his pencil back in hand, “Really? I- I mean if you would let me get a marking of your molar locations and tongue shape that would be really appreciated. I didn’t think you would want someone getting so close to your face,” He said as the notebook was already in his arms and a stool being picked up to help with the angle.
Soon they were in an almost comical position of the circus master and the lion: Auroth with her maw open wide, and Nortrom looking about taking notes and counting teeth. Her warm breath pulsated around him at the entrance, pushing his hair about and making it hard to write, along with the copious amounts of saliva clinging like a glistening wrapper over her teeth and tongue. He wondered if it was caustic. As the man routed about between her jaws, Auroth would occasional make his life difficult by extending her long serpentine tongue and playfully nudge his arm with it. Much more prehensile than an ordinary human’s, she found it no trouble to wrap around him in jest.
“You’re not making this easy…” A grumble echoed about the cavernous mouth, the Silencer mostly done with his note taking. There was one last thing, a pair of back molar ridges that were hard to tell if actually harbouring wisdom teeth like bone or merely her jaw. Carefully throwing the pad and paper to the side (and missing the table by only a centimetre sadly,) Nortrom leaned in deeper to take a better look despite the strange angle and less than acceptable lighting conditions. The tongue was more of a balance at this point than an annoyance, keeping him from falling in further. Thinking that her mouth was a lot bigger looking on the inside than out, Nortrom had to maintain his concentration and not be distracted.
It was not to be. The Silencer was right where she wanted him, and the tongue was to be his undoing. Instead of holding him up it flicked back inwards, Nortrom along with it. SNAP! Her jaws clapped dramatically shut, teeth aligned like so many bone bars of a cage holding the surprised man inside of her mouth. He yelped, face planting into the ridge being examined just seconds ago and slipping on the saliva in an attempt to kneel. There was little room to turn about, yet somehow he managed to position himself around on the tongue and face her incisors. “Wh-What the–? What are you doing? This isn’t funny!”
Yes it was! Auroth countered with a throaty laugh, vibrations bouncing the Silencer about in her mouth as her tongue kneaded his knees from under him, “I shot yoo might wan a cosher look!” While hard to speak with both jaws shut and a person in her mouth, the Wyvern wasn’t about to let that stop her from enjoying this game, “There ish sho mush more yoo can shuddy inshide of a Wyvurn, Norshrum…” Another laugh, and another attempt from the man to stand. There was little to grip on to that wasn’t coated in clear slime, and each breath being forced between her teeth only served to push the Silencer over once again.
“More to study? What do you mean? You can’t honestly be suggesting…?” Nortrom had to swallow back a nervous sound, expecting the worst. He came here to learn more about Wyverns, not be eaten by one! Though, in hindsight, getting inside of her mouth wasn’t the brightest of ideas. “You’ll kill me if you eat me.”
“Thash where yoor wrong, Norshrum. There are waysh of keeping yoo alive. Magical waysh.”
Her words reeked of dragon’s breath and frigid preserves; not a pleasing smell, “You’re really going to do this? Er, can’t we discuss this a bit before you do anything too rash?”
“I don’t shink yoor in any poshishun to negoshiate. Shink of thish ash a learning exshperiensh!” Giving no time for the man to refute, she flexed her mighty tongue muscles and tilted her head back, pushing the Silencer down into her throat. A small yelp was all he could give in protest, esophagus enveloping his form and constricting him tightly. It hurt to breathe, her mighty throat much stronger than it looked, forcing the air from his lungs as he traveled down against his will towards her stomach.
Auroth could feel every little movement the man made as he went down and found it hard not to be distracted by the squirming lump. Sadly, she had no time to enjoy the sensation, instead having to focus her thoughts on the shielding spell before her, old notes jotted on an even older leaf of parchment that had been conveniently waiting by her side as if expecting to be used. Oh the crafty machinations of the dragon kind!
Soon Nortrom felt the tight constraints of muscle give way and he gasped. Rancid, saliva soaked air filled his lungs, eliciting several coughs that shook Auroth uncomfortably. The journey through the esophagus only lasted half a minute at most, but the combination of fear, pressure, and in Auroth’s case, excitement, made it seem all the longer. Now protected from her sheer might and the powerful acids he was about to have a close encounter with, Auroth’s attention turned solely to the new plaything inside of her.
Nortrom passed the cardia smoothly, falling with a dramatic ‘plop’ into the wyvern’s stomach. It was disgusting! Unlike water, the acidic mixture glided between his movements, slippery, it’s brackish smell wafting like a fog from the warm surface. Making an attempt to stand, Nortrom sloshed around haphazardly. Auroth felt the movements bringing up air and let out a small belch, sheepishly covering her mouth as if it was much more rude for the lady to burp than to have just swallowed a human. The force shook Nortrom back down, body falling once more into the pool of digestive fluids.
“Having fun in there?” She cooed, a breathy laugh breaking up her words knowing full well this wasn’t what the man had in mind when coming here. Carefully Auroth stood up, walking her way to the next room where her hoard sat, a nested clearing just waiting to be laid upon made amongst the piles of books and treasure. Every step forced Silencer from his feet once again, until eventually the man just gave up entirely on standing and sat, arms crossed, pouting like some punished child.
“Alright, you’ve had your fun. Let me out!” Perturbed words shouted from the pit of her stomach again caused the wyvern to let up a small burp, this ‘meal’ much more rowdy than the others. Unimpressed, Nortrom huffed, wondering if it would be pushing his luck to punch her from the inside. He decided against the action, not wanting to anger the very creature that had devoured him even if in a playful gesture. “Auroth. This isn’t funny.”
Yes. Yes it was.
More than that, it was both an entertaining show of her power over another and a wonderful internal massage!
The wyvern yawned, flopping on to her nest quite roughly, deliberately, and rolled onto her side. Again the Silencer was pushed about, submerged in the shifting fluids, footing all but impossible to acquire across the slimy flesh he resided in. Auroth waited another minute before responding, feeling the shoving against her stomach as the man moved, enjoying the sensation of knowing she was his prison and he was at her whims.
“You know, Nortrom, a large meal always did make me tired; I think I’ll sleep for a bit.” The movement inside of her stopped, and she held a large, toothy, grin as she imagined the man’s reaction. What a shame that she couldn’t see him in this predicament right now! “The shield will hold for quite some time, and I’m sure you’re also worn out from all of that note taking. We can continue this in the morning when we’re both refreshed.”
He wanted to scream. She had to be kidding, right? She couldn’t possibly be thinking of leaving him here for the entire evening, could she? His features tensed, voice wavering with a well heard panic that betrayed his attempts at calm negotiation from the dark recesses of the wyvern, “C-come on… You know this has gone on long enough, right? Just l-let me out, and we can laugh about this. Haha, good prank… Auroth, let me out.”
With an over exaggerated huff the Silencer’s features drooped, arms dropping to his side in resignation of his fate. By now the smell didn’t seem so bad, senses acclimatized to it’s salty vapour, yet the humidity remained stifling. He sat as best he could, legs crossed for balance and pushing into the soft, supple flesh below, fluids pooling around him and the recess that his weight made. There was little to be done but wait this out. He was powerless to do anything here.
Still grinning, Auroth had heard the man’s pleas and chose to ignore them. She felt his movements, his weight inside of her, and the strange rubbing of the fabric from his clothing across her flesh. She felt everything, and she loved it. Tonight, the wyvern thought, she would sleep very, very, well.