(A vore short story telling of Faith’s love for Jake.)

Power is when there is nothing to stop you. When someone says no but you can do it anyway without consequence. I always remind you of that.

Oh, how I relish this… feeling your struggles beneath my paw. Fighting with all your strength while I don’t have to push down to keep you trapped there.

How I wonder if things were different? If the world was crueler? It’d be the end of your life, while for me, a mere morsel to snack on. But you are so much more, Jake.

You may not be as strong as I am in the physical realm, yet in mind and heart, you have proven to be so powerful.

But mind and heart aren’t going to stop me from doing this~.

My eyes focus on you, piercing the darkness with ease, to your face, making out a slight smile you couldn’t hide from me~.

I know how much you love this. To be close to me. Not to mention rough house a little, since there is nothing you could do to hurt me, I let you use your strength to the fullest. What’s a better way to get exercise than to fight for your life?

But you’d never win, and that obvious factor never once bothered you. There is no mystery, no uncertainty.

You are mine. You will be brought into my embrace: a predator’s, and a lover’s.

My claws grasp around your tiny form. A squeeze and you’d snap in two, but I am always so gentle.

You keep squirming, even when you know it does you no good, as I lift you up to my eyes.

My own shadow overcomes you, except for your head, so I’m sure the crescent moon floated right above me.

This confirmed to be the case as you stopped struggling and looked at me in awe. That smile is something I’ll never forget and always cherish~. Again, you realize my majesty, and I’m so flattered because of it! You respect me, you’ve never tried ordering me, and I give the same in return, even though I tease a lot, and I may be bossy when it comes to protecting you.

But what I’m doing isn’t treating you as food. No, it is fun and love! You’ll be in the safest place in the world very soon!

I grin at your smile. Some predatory urges I couldn’t control, so it could not be helped that the whites of my teeth showed, and the pupils on my eyes narrowed. I was salivating so much I had to swallow the excess before I brought you in!

A display of majesty, I spread my wings open. Each stretched as far as my body was long, and my shadow grew tenfold, but still, the moon remained in your view.

I feel your body tense as I open my jaws, but you aren’t scared. No one could blame you for a body’s natural reactions. Just as some of my predatory urges were as self-controlling as a knee-jerk reaction.

My tongue slithers out, just to show off, trying to reflect the moonlight off the saliva! I couldn’t help it! Sometimes the theatrics made it even better! So, I use every muscle to twist and turn it, without a shape I couldn’t bend it into!

I send it over and use one tip of the split appendage to graze your cheek, and… oh, it’s like your taste is new to me every time! I have no idea what, but there is something so amazing about it! You’re a drug, Jake, and I’m addicted!

A dragon’s tongue can detect so much more than yours. My nose can know where you are in the world. My ears hear your heartbeat even from this far. And my eyes pierce through the veil of darkness that blinds you and spots you no matter the distance. You are not a prisoner, but you’d never escape me.

I loosen my grip, allowing my tongue to slide into the tiny space between my paw and you. Like a snake, it coils you, getting you all snug in its grip! I guess that makes my tongue a predator in its own right! It alone carries you above the ground and to me~. I bring you closer, trying to get my tongue to touch your skin beneath your shirt! I grow impatient already to get that sweet and succulent taste!

When that handsome face of yours goes below my sight, I close my eyes to delve into my other senses while furling my wings. Especially my taste sense… and why didn’t I take off that stupid shirt?

My teeth close to form an inescapable cage of keratin. Already, I thrash you about the room! My ears pick up your giggles, and it warms my heart to hear such noises!

Whenever I had chosen to eat prey alive, I’d hear their squeals as their instincts knew they were in fatal danger. Such a thing of death… could be used for something so playful! The similarities stopped at the very end of the exchange. Oh, how my species is blessed…

But while I play, that pit of frustration grows to a point where I couldn’t take it anymore! That shirt had to go! So, I coil my tongue around your legs, open my jaws, and reach my tail into my mouth. If I had used my claws in a situation like this where you facing that way, there was a severe danger of damaging you. I could scratch your face, even slice an eye. I’d never forgive myself…

My tail enters into your shirt’s neck hole, out from the bottom, and hooks it, then I tug it off you. Wasn’t the first time I did that. I’d say one out of every three times you had your shirt on, I forced it off. That stupid thing tasted terrible! I had to really put effort into tasting your skin! I get your fleshy skin kinda needs it, but that doesn’t make my opinion of it any better.

Now that it was off… I lost myself yet again. I purr and mumble some things in my language, building up saliva I wasn’t noticing. You get soaked in the stuff while I remain in dreamland!

Calling out my name while laughing brought me back. You are clearly enjoying yourself, but I have to swallow the buildup so you wouldn’t cough the stuff.

The tasting went on for a lot of minutes, but I wasn’t keeping track. Upon finally deciding to move onto the next part of the exchange, you are thoroughly drenched in sticky slather. I can feel the strands of thick fluid connect you to parts of my oral cavity. Though I want it to last forever, it couldn’t, and I really wore you out.

My tongue pushes you to the back of my mouth, having your feet slide into the pit of the throat.

What you do next melts my heart… you hug my tongue. It may not have been the first time, but I was reminded of the night we first met. You had trusted me with your life, and I was able to return that trust. And now I was going to again.

As much as I don’t want to break that embrace you have, I swallowed. Sometimes I made itty bitty gulps to ease you down, but I chose the single big one this time—just so satisfying~. My throat compresses around you and pulls you down. In bliss, I place a talon on my neck, feeling your momentary protrusion move across my scales.

I can’t tell you enough how good this feels! It’s heavenly! While your taste is now out of reach, save for the lingers that I licked off my lips, I now experience the sensation of feeling your form easing down my gullet.

You’d normally struggle just for my pleasure, but you’re tuckered out since you wrestled my tongue. It was all peristalsis’s job now.

Your fate had been sealed the moment I decided to do this. Before I pinned you beneath my paw. Even before I began running after your head start ran out. That was power, when absolutely nothing short of divine intervention can change the outcome.

My scales are more formidable than metal. My claws sharper than blades could ever be. My throat a firestorm I can release at will. You are weak, Jake.

But you love that. You may always do something yourself if you can, not for pride, but so you don’t bother me. You don’t rely on me. I wouldn’t mind if you did so long as you aren’t an asshole, but the concept is beyond me. It’s when I hold you in my arms that that love is manifested. You look upon my majesty and feel blessed and loved. When we fly, you take in everything and hold out your arms. If being weak means those experiences are so great, I don’t think I’d mind being as small as you. I’d happily trade places with you.

You finally enter the room of your awaited fate. Getting yourself comfortable, I purr at your touch. My storage stomach so sensitive that even your shifting is a massage!

When you go limp, I can’t tell if you are sleeping or not. You have a habit of falling asleep quickly in my belly. I decided I should assume you had passed out. So, I swallow your shirt so I won’t have to carry it, trying not to let it touch my tongue and taint your aftertaste.

Possessively, my claws stroked my abdomen. No one can take you away from me now. No one.

I spread my wings wide again, about to show even more draconic might with no one to witness. I run and leap, pounding my wings and flying high above the ground.

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Something I wrote in under two hours yesterday while FA was down. I was so engrossed in getting into Faith's head! Has to be one of my fav stories! Nothing else to say but please comment! I love hearing critique from everyone!

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