Finally, after some months in which I didn’t find time to work on my drawings, the next comic is finished! It’s my longest vore-comic so far.

Encounter in the mountains:

“Hello. Who are you?”

The white dragon with the beautiful blue underside smiles down at me. His voice has something very calming and trustworthy, and so do his eyes. Although he is bigger than me, which is quite unusual for me as I’m normally the biggest dragon around, I’m not afraid of him. And I was sure that at least one dragon has to be living here, as I could scent it, and high mountain areas are normally a preferred place of living for dragons, like myself. But I have never met a dragon of his kind, which is no surprise, as I’m here in the western regions of the Alps for the first time.

“I’m Ásmundur, an Icelandic firedragon. I am on a journey to discover these regions a bit.”

The white dragon bends down and gives me a friendly nuzzle. It feels soft and nice, although he has a slightly cold snout.

“Mrr, nice to meet you. I’m Treva, a winter dragon, and I live here. I have a cave in one of the glaciers.”

“It’s a lovely place. Could you show me around a bit?”

I smile at Treva and give him a nuzzle too. He consents to show me around, so we take off together and start to have a nice conversation. We get very well along with each other, and we discover that we share some special interests, for example games in which a bigger dragon acts like a hungry predator towards a smaller dragon and swallows him. And we tell each other about our special abilites. Treva hears about my different kinds of fire, and I learn about his ability to gain energy from the sun and to use this energy in different ways. He has also the ability to change his size.
In the evening, after a nice day of spending much time together, Treva invites me to his lair. We keep talking a bit, before we get very tired and go to sleep. Treva allows me to sleep with him on his special sleeping couch, and as I like to cuddle with other dragons, I finally curl up and fall asleep on Treva’s soft belly.
In the morning we get up early and leave Treva’s cave. It’s a nice sunny day. I hunt myself some breakfast, and Treva opens his wings to absorb energy from the sun. After breakfast I return to Treva, and while we are talking, I ask him if he could show me how big he can get. He already showed me his ability of changing size the day before, but he only made himself slightly smaller and bigger.

“Rrawr, alright!”. He grins at me. “I think I have absorbed enough energy for doing this now.”

He starts to concentrate, and I watch him, waiting for something to happen. And one moment later he starts to grow slowly. I have to tilt my head more and more, so I can still see Treva’s head. And after some time he finally stops growing. He is now the biggest dragon I’ve ever seen in my life. I only would reach his belly by standing on my hind paws, and his head is as long as my whole body. It’s quite a bit intimidating to see someone as big as him, but Treva gives me a friendly smile, and I smile back at him.

“Rrrawr, see? Now you could even fit into my maw completely.”

Treva gives me a broad and playful grin. Some ideas and images start to occur on my mind, regarding special games both me and Treva like to play, and I wonder if Treva is thinking about similar things. I see him bending down towards me and I’m waiting for a nuzzle, but instead of this, he opens his maw and gives me a big wet lick, from the underside of my neck to my lower jaw. His tongue feels great, very soft and slimy. It’s not very warm though, but still warmer than Treva’s scales. I close my eyes for a moment, and when I open them again, I stare directly into the winter dragon’s huge predatory maw, which he has opened even wider. Treva’s tongue is hanging out, and a thick sticky strand of slobber connects it with my lower jaw. I know what he is up to now, and I get very excited, as I am normally the one who puts smaller dragons in his maw. Finally I get to experience this from the other point of view. Treva is murring and snorting playfully at me, and one moment later I see his huge jaws right above and below me head. I have already noticed that this winter dragon has a bluish glow around his throat, and now I see it getting very close. In excitement and anticipation, I get on my hind paws and stretch my front legs towards this huge, appealing maw. As I’m still thinking about what this will be like, getting swallowed by such a giant dragon, Treva’s greedy jaws close around me and grab the front part of my body. I’m stuck between his teeth now and I shiver a bit, but Treva doesn’t hurt me, he just picks me up. It’s dark inside his maw, apart from the pleasant glowing of his throat.
Next I can feel his long soft tongue gliding all over my underside, from my chest to my belly, to help me getting deeper inside. It’s a great feeling, I start murring a bit, and my legs and tail are twitching. Finally Treva lifts me up completely, his slimy tongue gliding over the underside of my tail and still pushing me inside. I can see the glowing throat right in front of me now and I might get swallowed at any moment. After one last look outside, the huge predatory jaws close around me. I can hear and feel Treva’s breathing, and his soft tongue moves below me, pushes me against his palate and gives me a nice massage, with slurping sounds. Treva seems to savour my taste a bit, and it feels wonderful. Then I can feel something contracting around my head and neck, and pulling me forwards. Now he has started to swallow me, and I get engulfed by the huge throat with its strong muscles very quickly. It’s getting dark now, and I slide down the slippery insides of Treva’s long and tight neck. So that’s what it feels like being prey or being my small dragon friends who happened to get swallowed by me.
The massage of the strong muscles is somehow soothing, but I’m still breathing hard with excitement, while I’m sliding deeper and deeper into the winter dragon’s body. It’s quite warm in here, although for sure not as warm as it would be inside non-winterdragons. I can feel the slope getting less steep, and finally I reach the tight pylorus and enter Treva’s stomach. He has already told me that he has a quite spacious stomach, and now I can see it myself. Like Treva’s throat, his stomach is glowing with a bluish light. It’s very soft in here, and there are no gastric fluids, so, together with the pleasant glowing of the walls, the stomach of a winter dragon seems to be a very comfortable place. Maybe more comfortable than my own stomach, and I grin a bit, thinking about my dragon friends who have to experience a dark stomach which is not really dry. I look around, laying on my belly, and start to relax. I don’t know what will happen next, but I think about what Treva has told me: He can turn someone in his stomach to energy for his body, and then turn it back to the person it was before. Whatever he decides to do now, I feel safe inside here and I trust my new friend Treva to either turn me back to my normal self, after turning me to energy, or to let me out again after I would have relaxed inside his stomach for some time. However, it was an amazing experience to get swallowed by a giant dragon, and I also wouldn’t mind returning the favor some time.


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