On the way back from an exploration-flight, Ásmundur had lost his way. He was looking for the right direction to fly, but could not find it, and the night was already falling. The land got stranger and stranger and more and more desolate. A short time ago there had been a forest below Ásmundur, but it had cleared up more and more, and all Ásmundur could see now was a rocky desert with some leafless trees. He was very tired, so he started a letdown and landed, sighing.
He walked slowly across the bare rock and looked around for a cave or another kind of shelter, but something like this did not seem to exist here. He was about to sit down when he could make out a movement way above him. It was a creature capable of flight that was just about to begin a descent. Ásmundur recognized the size and physique. It was apparently a dragon, like himself. Its body was covered with black scales, so it was not very recognizable in the dark, apart from the flashy red stripes on its legs, and the red dorsal crest. Ásmundur hoped that this dragon would help him find the right path, so he waited for the landing.
Apparently, the black-red dragon had already discovered the smaller dragon, as it did its letdown directly above Ásmundur. It was evident that this dragon was bigger, its body was remarkable well-built, and the way it lowered himself, while staring down with glowing blue eyes, made Ásmundur a little scared. But he needed help. And finally the dragon – it was apparently a male one- made his thunderous-sounding landing a few metres in front of the smaller purple-blue-red dragon. Ásmundur didn’t say a word. This dragon looked scary. Not only because of his black-red appearance in the dark, also because of the way he looked at Ásmundur. His blue eyes, fixed on the smaller dragon, were flashing strangely, and he had a toothy grin.
"Rrrhh, good evening, little one. I am Fearghus. what are you doing here all alone in this wasteland?“
"I ... I have flown the wrong way and I'm looking for ..."
"The right way? No problem, I can show you, hrhrr. "The big dragon walked slowly towards the smaller one, with a sinister grin on the snout. Ásmundur got even more nervous and backed away. This black-red dragon didn’t gave the impression of being trustworthy at all.
"But I have to tell you first, where I actually ..."
"No need for it, I know where you're going!" The big dragon shuffled his claws on the bare rock, and then he licked slowly over his jaws. At the same time he ran his tail-tip over the abdomen. Ásmundur shivered. This was most certainly the wrong person to ask for the way home. The purple-blue-red dragon had to get away from here.
"I’ll b-better keep looking on my own..." Ásmundur turned round and walked away. After a few steps, he began to run and was just about to open his wings, when he was pressed to the ground by a large weight. Fearghus had pounced on him and was holding him with his big paws. Ásmundur felt the strength of the black-red dragon and his body heat. It was scary.
"No, let me go !!"
"Grrrawr, you WILL let me show you the right way, little one! Namely the way into my stomach!!“
Fearghus licked his lips again, and sticky drool was already running down his lower jaw. Ásmundur felt the dragon’s hot breath in the back of his neck. It was as he had suspected: He was prey to the bigger dragon. Under protest, he tried to wriggle out of the strong grasp and hit his tail against Fearghus' belly, but it was no use. The next moment the black-red dragon had turned Ásmundur on the back, grabbed the smaller dragon‘s tail with his jaws and, by the use of his tongue, he began to pull it deeper and deeper into his maw. Ásmundur felt the slimy-moist warmth around his tail, shuddered, and tried to roll onto his belly again. He succeeded, but now the big ravenous dragon had begun to swallow Ásmundur’s tail. The strong pharyngeal muscles pulled it into the tight warm throat and the purple-blue-red dragon could not get away from them. He tried to cling to the ground and yelled, but he felt and saw the hungry dragon swallowing more and more of him. Fearghus' greedy wet tongue curled around Ásmundurs hind legs and pulled them next into the slippery maw. The purple-blue-red dragon tried to squirm himself out, but the pharyngeal muscles had already grasped his hind paws, and pulled him deeper and deeper. Fearghus snorted and growled, he clearly enjoyed his rich, tasty prey. The warm drool keeps running and running, also down Ásmundurs belly. The predestined prey didn’t want to give up and clinged more firmly to the ground, but the further he disappeared in Fearghus' maw, the longer were the furrows he made with his claws across the ground. Soon half of his body had disappeared in the big greedy dragon maw, he felt the intense warmth and the tightness of the throat, which massaged and squeezed the hind part of Ásmundur’s body .
With all his strength Ásmundur held onto the ground, but then Fearghus pinched him slightly with his sharp teeth, and the purple-blue-red dragon loosened his grip reflexively. The predator took advantage of this, lifted his head up and made several large gulps until Ásmundur‘s head slid between the slobbery wet jaws and was pressed against the palate by the greedy tongue. The prey tried to cling to the jaws, but the slippery saliva and the strong pharyngeal muscles made him give up soon. He watched the predatory jaws close in front of him, and he was trapped in tight, warm, slimy darkness. And with one last gulp he got swallowed completely.
With eyes shut tightly, and squirming anxiously, Ásmundur felt himself sliding down the tight inside of Fearghus‘ neck, vigorously massaged and squeezed, and he could hardly realize what was happening. It seemed unthinkable that he had just been eaten by a bigger dragon. Ásmundur felt his tail already entering the stomach. More and more he slid into the inside of Fearghus' belly, and the stomach expanded and adjusted itself to the size of the fresh prey, at least to some extent. When finally Ásmundur’s head and front paws had arrived in the stomach, the purple-blue-red dragon tried to get to a halfway enjoyable position, but that was difficult. He felt Fearghus laying down, and then a loud burp could be heard, which shook the stomach. It was soft and warm here, but very tight and slimy. The stomach walls were moving and massaged Ásmundur’s body, he also felt that he was lying in a puddle of gastric juices. How to get out of here? He had no idea. Being a dragon and predator himself, he had never thought of becoming prey one day. Now he knew what that feels like.


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