As the huge purple tongue coiled around him, rubbing his scales and feeling hot, rough and slimy, Zorban knew that the end has come. Right after he had woken up from unconsciousness, with his paws tied to the ceiling of a cave, he had sensed that something bad was about to happen. And when he had furthermore heard a deep growl, coming from a dark corner of the cave, he had realized that he had got tied up here for a certain reason: He was serving as a sacrificial offering for the mighty Eldhrayn. This giant and powerful dragon had again caused several earthquakes in this region, and the autochthonous mountain tribes believed that they could calm him down by offering him a sacrifice from time to time. Zorban had been on a journey and had just come into one of these mountain villages, and apparently the people had seen him, an exotic being, as the perfect sacrifice. They had given him narcotics, and then brought in here. There was a gadget on the cave ceiling, probably already for a long time. With the help of this mechanical device, the sacrifices could be moved to the middle of the cave, starting from a hole in the wall, at the very top of the cave and the same height of the ceiling. Two iron rings were attached to this gadget, and there were two ropes attached to the rings. And at the other ends of the ropes there were also iron rings that were used as ties. And Zorban’s paws were stuck in these rings and he couldn’t do anyting. He could only squirm, protest, and stare into the huge dragon maw below him. Hot and humid breath streamed over his whole body, and the enormous tongue pulled with an increasing strength. Soon the ropes would be stretched so much, Zorban would be in between the predatory jaws, and the giant red dragon would most likely bite through the ropes with his sharp teeth in one second. Then the jaws would be closed and there would be no way to escape anymore. If Zorban would be swallowed alive, he would experience how it is, getting pulled into the deep by strong throat muscles, accompanied by an intensive kneading and squeezing. And shortly afterwards he would land in a pitch-dark and hot stomach, and undergo the process of getting digested. If he didn’t pass out before this because of a lack of oxygen. And then he would belong to the mighty Eldhrayn and become a part of him, in the form of nutritients. Is this really supposed to be his fate?


Just a dark vore-picture, with two dragons that were on some older drawings of mine and make now an appearance again!