Followup story of Wrong Addrasse.

I know, I said that it is a one-shot story once but this idea was too good to be ignored and + you don’t get a lot of stories nowdays.

Inspiration: Winging it - page 3 by rivalmit on DeviantArt

Enjoy the story.

Having a dragoness bigger than a house falling for you is a thing not a lot of people can say about themselves.

Jonathan Reed was not one of them.

A pretty much regular men who had magic power in another world due to the magical rich minerals and "animals" present next to him, he got much more better in magic too. Basically his own finger was a lighter in the world where his wife came from. Of course he moved in with Amber.

But the responsibilities with the relationship are also a big case. And certain activities can be exhausting. Especially if you have a family with kids as well.

A large crash filled the air as Jonathan tried to relax on a plastic sunbed next to his wife on the shore of the nearest lake on a peaceful, hot day. Immediately he jumped up to look for what caused it and found the culprit. It was Kvasir. His oldest son. And also, he was a dragon. Pretty close in size to his mother.

"You have to be more careful when you fly, Kvasir. You should fly higher."

The youngling black dragon felt the pain on his bloodied muzzle. A small amount of blood oozed out from his nostril as he laid down for his father and mother in her human form to wash down the blood and see if its broken or not. Veles the youngest son leaned down to take a closer look behind them.

"Is it broken?"

Asked by his mother.

"No, Mother."

Kvasir said in a huffy way, annoyed by the wound on his pride he had an accident in front of his younger brother.

"I almost had it. Fuck that tree."

"Mind your language, Kvasir."

"Yes, Mother."

"And you too, my love."

Jonathan felt responsible for the cussing since he was the one who had accidentally let it slip out of his mouth while ago. Ever since then, both of his sons knew the word. Dragons can be really obstinate, so them forgetting that word had a really small chance.

Next to none to be precise.

"Father, can we go for an adventure?"

Veles asked. Jonathan was about to say no, but when he thought about it, he realized they needed to learn more and more how to rely on themselves as they grew closer to the age when they would leave their side and start their own lives. And besides, all dangerous monsters and bandits were eaten in the area years ago. It seemed as though nothing could ever harm his family. He didn't even need to ask Amber since he already knew her answer on the matter.

"Alright, but come back when the sun is about to go down."

"Thank you, Father!"

Both Kvasir and Veles became excited upon hearing that. The vibrations in his little mammal body caused by their booming voice was a pretty good indication about that. They always loved going on their little adventures unsupervised. So much so Kvasir right next to his father almost knocked him on the ground in his happiness.

Jonathan was happy as well, but deep down, he felt a bit sad at the thought that he might never see them again once they ventured out into the big world . Dragons usually never return to their parents side, as they are solitary creatures by nature.

As the two young dragons flew over a mountain range, Kvasir turned once they were out of sight of their parents.

"Where are you going?"

"I know a place. Follow me."

They flew low along the cover of the mountains, ensuring they wouldn’t be seen. Veles already knew, without being told what they about to do, Kvasir wants to do something they weren't supposed to. Especially since they were flying in the completely opposite direction. After a short flight, they reached their destination. A farmhouse on a field.

Both dragons landed near. Veles already knew the farmhouse is in the territory of his mother. It was under her protection from monsters, bandits and any other creatures may looked at those inside as prey.

"What are we doing here?"

Kvasir noticed a pitchfork in a haystack near him. He had an idea how to make a joke.

"Look!"

The youngling grabbed it with his claws and said.

"I'm father. I eat with a fork."

The dragon imitated how his human father ate his food out of his plate. His brother started laughing. And he also had an idea how to joke in his father’s absence.

"You have to be more careful when you fly, Kvasir. You should fly higher."

He tried to match his sound like his father, but since his species traits were so different compared to Jonathan, he ultimately failed to even get close to it.

"What are you tw-"

As both dragon swung their heads into the direction of the once stern male human voice they seen a middle aged men, and his most likely his wife near him, as the men stopped yelling once he indetified what kind of creatures was in front of his home. It was clear as the day they expected much more smaller creatures infesting their home. As it turned out, the axe and broom in the human hands were utterly useless against the unexpected, towering visitors on their farm. Fear gripped on their mind as they looked opun the black-scaled dragons. A panic-stricken moment. Veles seemed to realize the tense situation, he said.

"Do not be afraid humans. This territory is under the pro-"

Once he tried to ease the situation for the little and fragile humans, Kvasir lurnged himself toward their direction what caught Veles offguard. The cries of the people were especially loud when they found themselves between the claws and the ground.

"What are you doing, brother?! These humans ar-"

"Our prey."

Before the younger dragon could have finished his sentence, reminding his older brother about the protection these folks had, Kvasir claimed the humans under his grasp as today's catch.

The woman even if for just a moment stopped shouting when the vast, saliva drenched, fanged maw snapped around her upper half. Even if the teeth did not break her skin and drawed her blood, she nevertheless cried out helplessly when faced with the slimy abbyss waited for her.

To Kvasir's delight, the woman had a rich flavor what filled his mouth. He shifted his tongue around, savoring the human woman while squirming and writhing. Of course he had eaten humans before a while ago but those were bandits and all of them were men. Human woman on the other hand had a similar and yet different taste.

The mere presence of the human made him more hungry. Kvasir's stomach called out with a gurgle. It was painfully empty. It craved for the tantalizing human meat above it. He wished to savor the woman further, but his instincts overpowering his will were too strong. It was decided then. She's going down now.

Kvasir pulled her in completely, his tongue guiding her further toward his throat. Her presence were quickly being seen by Veles outside, swelling the dragonic neck with her enthralling body. And then, the first swallow came. The tongue pushed the woman further and the walls in the esophagus pulsed and contracted. She had no chance of survival in the first place. She was going down whether she wanted or not.

Another one came, sealing her fate even further. Both humans tried to fight back, but it was no use. The man shouted and struggled as he looked up, helplessly watching his wife being devoured right before his eyes.

Eventually, the woman reached the end of her journey in a gross, hot slime. As Kvasir's stomach rhythmically pulsed and squezzed her she started yelling again. Demanding to be let out. The stomach responded with deafening sounds of digestion, frightening the woman even more as she was squeezed and squirted. Each churn reminded the human that her struggles meant nothing but pleasure to the beast of having a light meal for the day.

Her digestion was just an unavoidable fact from that point.

Kvasir's stomach let out a loud gugle and a massive belch worked its way through his throat, bursted out from his mouth. The way how the human squirmed as the digestion began inside the stomach was quite pleasant for the dragon. He wanted to revel in his meal but he needed to be at home very soon since the sun was about to vanish behind the moutains.

The man still pressed down into the grassy earth, shouted for mercy.

"This one is yours."

"But these ar-"

"Mother will never know. Unless you wanna tell her. Tell her you didn't even tried to stop me and make her mad at you just well .. or .. you eat this one and say nothing."

His brother was right, Veles thought. She would be mad at him just as well. He wa sin trouble as well. And the solution out of trouble was obviuos.

A second later, not even having time to react, Veles jaws snatched the man up just like in the same manner as his wife. Kvasir was suprised how fast his brother was. He was always so timid and followed their parents words as much as he could. THat is why he wanted to make the witness dissapear as fast as he could. He didn't tasted him, he just sent him down as fast as he could.

Just vanished into his depths.

A satisfied sigh escaped Veles, momentarily forgetting that they had gone against their mother's words not to eat the humans living within her territory. But Kvasir was right. If its gets out, they would be a big trouble.

With an easy stride both dragon leapt into the air and streached their leatherey wings to fly back home. Their guts sloshed and warbled from all the activity. Their meals inside weren't happy in the slightest. But they weren't concerned about the well-being of their prey. Not even Veles who felt a bit of guilt about the fate of the humans they had consumed.

During the flight back home, the humans thrashed and struggled in panic, desperately trying to find the sphincter and fight their way back to freedom. They couldn't even find a good grip on it, let alone pull it apart. THeir fate were sealed tightly.

Jonathan packed away his stuff while his giant-sized wife still laid on the beach, enjoying the last rays of the sun that was about to go down.

"I can feel you're tense. They'll be back shortly."

"I know that .. but .. "

"When we looked through your world for their names, you have chosen the names of old gods. Because you wanted them to grow strong and powerful. There they are."

And indeed, there they were, coming from the same direction where they had disappeared from sight. Landing happily near them on the shore of the lake. Surrounded by the mountains and the love of their parents. Both Kvasir and Veles pushed their noses against the little body of their father, since he was closest to them, waiting for his hands to stroke their muzzles. Jonathan always felt like he was treating them like dogs when he did this. But if it made them happy, he was happy to comply.