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[[NOT MY ART]]Of Dragons and Dracology: Kilnalek - Vol. II
Either Ijzer had told Kilnalek of my encounter with him, or Kilnalek had read the books I had published. After my examination of the orange behemoth's bulk, he wanted me to examine his muzzle. Well, more importantly, he wanted me to examine his maw. Given the dragon's previous teasings, I was both nervous and excited at the prospect. I do love peering into a good dragon mouth, but being a small and edible human being means that a great deal of danger comes with being near such a creature's mouth. Especially if said dragon has a craving for us littler folk! Still, I knew I owed it to my readers to perform a detailed analysis of Kilnalek, mouth included! So before too long, I found myself standing before the beast's jaws, waiting for them to part.
A wave of incredibly warm breath wafted over me as Kilnalek slowly, almost excruciatingly, opened his mouth. Wide ropes of saliva stretched thin and snapped between the jaws and those boulder-sized teeth. A thick, fat and pink tongue undulated in anticipation of the day's light as it flooded into that fleshy chasm, illuminating the inside of that cavernous mouth. Both teeth and cheek flesh glistened with a copious layer of viscous saliva -- the heavy liquid practically oozed from everywhere, dripping down onto the tongue, sliding along the oral appendage before finally disappearing into the broad, open and dark gullet at the back of the dragon's mouth. A heavy, bulbous uvula swayed above the throat, like a lonely sentinel guarding the entrance to that slick, slimy passage.
My knees practically buckled beneath of my weight: my heart raced, my blood grew cold within my veins, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. And yet, my readers, I couldn't break eye-contact with the jaws that spread open before me. Like a terrible accident, the sight was both horrifying and interesting, and I found myself wanting to see more... Kilnalek seemed to undestand this, and it wasn't long before that heavy tongue scooped me up as though I were some insignificant morsel that had been missed as part of a more grandiose meal. I was swept off my feet and sent tumbling into the fleshy confines of the orange dragon's mouth. That old Kilnalek...he did tease! He closed his jaws several times, pretending to chew me up while tossing me about on his tongue. He seemed to enjoy my flavor well enough, and ground that wide muscle into my body repeatedly, which made writing and documenting all the harder! I slipped near the precipice of his throat more than a few times, and brushed up against that heavy, swaying uvula... I feared for my life, I did...but some part of me wondered if I would be taking that plunge to see further into the depths of that great beast...
The second sketch commission I purchased from
ijzer, featuring his big dragon Kilnalek! Again, go check out Izjer's page and give him some love! He definitely deserves it!
Artwork © ijzer
Kilnalek © ijzer
Danathius © Me
A wave of incredibly warm breath wafted over me as Kilnalek slowly, almost excruciatingly, opened his mouth. Wide ropes of saliva stretched thin and snapped between the jaws and those boulder-sized teeth. A thick, fat and pink tongue undulated in anticipation of the day's light as it flooded into that fleshy chasm, illuminating the inside of that cavernous mouth. Both teeth and cheek flesh glistened with a copious layer of viscous saliva -- the heavy liquid practically oozed from everywhere, dripping down onto the tongue, sliding along the oral appendage before finally disappearing into the broad, open and dark gullet at the back of the dragon's mouth. A heavy, bulbous uvula swayed above the throat, like a lonely sentinel guarding the entrance to that slick, slimy passage.
My knees practically buckled beneath of my weight: my heart raced, my blood grew cold within my veins, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. And yet, my readers, I couldn't break eye-contact with the jaws that spread open before me. Like a terrible accident, the sight was both horrifying and interesting, and I found myself wanting to see more... Kilnalek seemed to undestand this, and it wasn't long before that heavy tongue scooped me up as though I were some insignificant morsel that had been missed as part of a more grandiose meal. I was swept off my feet and sent tumbling into the fleshy confines of the orange dragon's mouth. That old Kilnalek...he did tease! He closed his jaws several times, pretending to chew me up while tossing me about on his tongue. He seemed to enjoy my flavor well enough, and ground that wide muscle into my body repeatedly, which made writing and documenting all the harder! I slipped near the precipice of his throat more than a few times, and brushed up against that heavy, swaying uvula... I feared for my life, I did...but some part of me wondered if I would be taking that plunge to see further into the depths of that great beast...
The second sketch commission I purchased from
ijzer, featuring his big dragon Kilnalek! Again, go check out Izjer's page and give him some love! He definitely deserves it!Artwork ©
ijzerKilnalek ©
ijzerDanathius © Me
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Vore
Species Western Dragon
Size 1053 x 1070px
File Size 89.9 kB
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