You didn't pack all the food?" he asked patiently in that familiar voice of his. "While it's true that my appetite can be a little unreasonable on these treks of ours, I need to eat." You two sat together by the brook silently, catching your breath. He spoke: "I have an i-" "Not again," you groaned. "Can't you just wait until we get home?" "B-but I'm hungry," he protested. "It's not so bad, is it?" "I think we know each other well enough for me to admit that being in your belly is pretty... " you struggled to find a way to make what you were about to say not gay as all fuck- you weren't even really friends with benefits because there wasn't much attraction (or repulsion, but that's neither here nor there) and you couldn't imagine copulating with him. "Well, it makes me really wet," you quipped. He thought this was hilarious. You just grinned and waited for him to finish laughing. You felt a little bit proud of yourself, given that it was just a throwaway. "But it's also kind of uncomfortable and inconvenient." "So is being hungry." "Don't push your luck. If it were anyone else I'd say no every time. Consider it what you owe me for the time you had to pretend to be pregnant," you said, referring to one of his many escapades. "I was very careful in that whole experience to make sure the spell kept your nutrients bound together, so that-" "Yeah, okay. I still never signed on to 'dying'." "Well, friend, look at it this way. There's nobody around and I'm bigger than you. So it's less of a question of who will let me, and more of a question of who will stop me." You darted off and made it maybe five meters before the pounce. The sheer velocity with which he was coming at you sent you tumbling a ways. The two of you laughed, seemingly for no reason. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way." "What's the hard way?" "It's around back." That was not the answer you suspected and you guessed he made it up after initially using the phrase like it's usually used where "the hard way" is putting up a fight. But his unchangingly smug expression made telling difficult. "Don't you dare." "I'll do it if you don't cooperate, meal." "You're bluffing. You love to taste your food." "Not sticky, sweaty trash with bad movie taste." "Anything for the movie where your celebrity crush has a starring role." He started to reposition himself. "Woah, uncle, uncle! I was kidding." He took of your clothes with surprising skill and opened his mouth, grabbing you around the gut and jamming your head into his throat first things first. That was what he usually had the most trouble with, followed by the shoulders, just because of the shape and how it doesn't play well with his jaw. "Mm," he grunted. You could tell he was a bit hungrier than usual as his face clenched in orgasmic ecstasy. Warm and thick saliva pooled around your chest and dripped out of his mouth along the left side onto the rock floor as air was running scarce for your mouth and nostrils. He made quick work of the rest of you, tilting his head up and letting gravity do everything past the shoulders. He rubbed his throat as you went down it, his throat getting more and more slick as you were in it longer. You were surprised he didn't need to lick around with his plush tongue and cover you in saliva any more than he did, but he was in a hurry to get you in his belly and you were quite sweaty. His belly grumbled. Eventually a resistance came up against your face, which opened up into his belly. Once your shoulders were on the other side of the valve you fell quite quickly, like an annoying turd that won't pinch until the last minute. You felt him pat and rub his belly, but much more apparent was his strong heartbeat, which shook you with more or less equal force. He muttered something and the smelly vinegar substance drained out of his stomach as his endocrine system quickly pumped out a shining and thick blue liquid. Magic, undoubtedly. He said something else and churning started- much stronger than it usually did, to the point of almost being like a mechanical digestion. All the options, it seems. "I felt like you deserve it. I put you through too much and you've never snapped at me, so here's even," you heard quite clearly. Maybe another spell. "Thanks. It's really nice in here, you don't really have to do this." "You feel so great in there that I owe you an equal amount of enjoyment. And you'll find the ether in there makes a fairly nice lube if you..." "Not a chance." "Whack off." "I knew what you were about to say." He stood up, burped deeply and exhaled. "That stuff makes me gassy, so, uh, try not to move around in there." The rest was a blur. You remember waking up tucked in bed at your outdoorsy summer home you shared with him at 8:36 AM feeling rested enough to jump twelve feet in the air. He had a bunch of tabs open on the laptop you bought him- things like "how much mana can dragons use", "increase mana", "mana sex aura", "aura match", "make it up to him", " read human emotions", "is mind reading spell ethical if you only use it rarely", "places that let interspecies couples adopt", "show him you care", " understand humans", "sexless relationships good or bad", "can friends become lovers". He was gone, and it turned out he had been fishing for breakfast. It was delicious. You realized you two had been talking less and less but felt closer than ever. You kind of just stared across the table at each other quasiromantically. "Wanna do something?" "What?" "I don't know. We'll get in the car and find something to do." You rode off at noon on a Saturday. Who knows what you did afterwards, it wasn't important.