A furious, icy deluge drives Matthew from the woodlands surrounding the little stone-and-thatch village. The trees quake in the wind as he flees. 

The mice of the village are nothing but swishing tails disappearing through doors, the rain quickly turning to hail. Matthew pushes into the village inn, the painted wooden sign battering itself against the winds. 

His teeth chatter as he hunches over the rough ironwood countertop, rainwater dripping from his nose. The innkeeper offers him cup after cup of hot mulled wine, fragrant with rosemary and thyme. 

Exhaustion hits him like a wool blanket. Matthew can feel himself slumping lower and lower against the bar, his eyelids drooping. Putting his cheek down on the warm countertop feels like the softest feather pillow. 

He wakes to thin, gray sunlight and a heavy, dull ache through his body. It’s the worst in his shoulders; he groans and tries to roll the stiffness from them. With a jolt of panic, he realizes his paws are tied high above his head, his back pressed against a sticky, splintery pole. The rough hemp digs into his wrists.

His eyes fly open in a flash of blue, fear dilating his pupils. Aside from the rope binding his wrists, he is completely naked. His bare toes barely scrape the dirt. His fur feels oddly smooth, as if he’d been bathed and brushed overnight. 

Distantly, a low drum begins to beat. A chanting hum echoes through the village square, invisible voices joining together in what sounds like ancient prayer. The raucous shrilling of crows echoes back to them on the wind.  

A dozen villagers surround him, wearing cloaks of a green so dark it seems nearly black. The deep hoods obscure their faces, just the tips of their twitching noses and small, clever paws visible beneath the dark linen. They grip bowls of dark wood, filled with sweet-smelling oils.  

“What are you doing?” Matthew manages to gasp, pressing himself back against the pole. 

The lead villager steps forward, marked by an ornate golden chain strung across his shoulders like a mantle. He dips the pads of his first two fingers into the oil, smearing a strange, curling sigil over Matthew’s brow. 

“We’re celebrating,” the chief finally says. “Blessing the harvest. For Elohim.” 

The other mice step up with their chalices, dipping into the oil. With soft, sure paws, they stroke across his body, rubbing the thick, sweet oil into his skin. Despite the ache in his shoulders and the fear worming its way into his heart, he finds himself leaning into their touch. They rub him down gently, starting at his shoulders and working over his arms, his bound paws. One mouse with particularly careful paws strokes over his throat and chest. He rubs Matthew’s cold-pebbled nipples between his slick fingers, certain not to miss an inch of skin. 

The villager’s paws move down across Matthew’s abdomen, tracing over the sigil that had stayed as black and dormant as an old tattoo. It sparks at the touch, flashing with color. Matthew gasps at the sensation, a rush of lurching pleasure that jolts him to his toes. Heat drips through him, nudging at his small, limp cock. 

The lead villager steps forward, his dripping paw sliding between Matthew’s tensed thighs. His paw is soft but insistent. He crooks two fingers, slick with oil, pressing up into the clenched grip of Matthew’s tailhole. The boy squeaks at the intrusion, but his sigil flares brighter and his noise of discomfort fades into a thready moan. He finds himself bearing down on the fingers in his hole.The chieftain smirks at the sounds, scissoring his fingers. Matthew moans again at the stretch, his paws flexing in their bonds. 

The chief snaps his fingers and one of the villages produces a large plastic syringe, the vial filled with oil. 

The chief yanks his fingers free and Matthew whimpers at the loss. His tailhole flexes as the chief stuffs the blunt plastic nozzle of the syringe inside of him. 

It’s wider than the chief’s fingers and Matthew finds himself clenching down on it, trying to press it deeper inside. The villagers chuckle and murmur amongst themselves. One rubs his paw surreptitiously against his crotch. 

The chief depresses the plunger and thick, warm oil begins to pump into him. It fills his ass completely and he sags in his bonds, whimpering helplessly with need. The oil keeps coming, squirting up hotly into his guts. The weight of it is nearly unbearable, swelling his stomach out with a sharp cramp. Matthew cries aloud, his tailhole clutching wetly at the syringe. 

“Don’t lose a drop,” the chief commands, before yanking the syringe free.

Matthew gasps in pained surprise, his anus twitching in a wink. He clenches tight but can’t keep a thin stream of oil from escaping his reddened pucker. Matthew’s sigil glows brightly, the oil refracting the light into patterns of red and gold. 

“You have your own gods,” the chief observes, his eyes bright with hunger. “Your sacrifice shall please them too.” 

The mouse leader reaches into the expanse of his cloak, withdrawing an ornate knife, decked in rubies. Matthew flinches back, but the chief instead slashes the anchor of the rope. Matthew’s arms drop behind him. 

He takes an experimental first step, his ass clenched painfully, pitifully tight. One of the villagers gives him a nudge between the shoulder blades and he stumbles forward, his gaze locked on the center of the square. 

A rough gallows constructed of oak rises up before him, still smelling of sawdust from its recent construction. The rest of the village circles around it, some cloaked, but most dressed in their Sunday finery, as if they’re attending church instead of an execution. They fall reverently silent as Matthew approaches, their chanting replaced by the low creak of the new wood. 

Matthew hesitates for only a moment as his sigil gives a deep pulse. He whines faintly, his tailhole fluttering with need. A splash of oil runs from between his legs, slicking his thighs as he is lead to the short wooden stairs. 

As he ascends the stairs, the swollen pucker of his tailhole rubs and clenches together, each step sending a stab of need through him. His knees shake as he takes his place above the trapdoor. 

The executioner manning the gallows is tall and broad-shouldered, decked in a black hood and cloak that obscures his entire body. Only his gloved hands show through the ensemble, holding the coil of hemp rope. 

Matthew stays utterly still as the executioner slips the noose over his head. The rope is heavy and rough, its weight sends a shock of need straight to his groin. He moans weakly as the executioner adjusts the knot, pulling the rope tight against his throat. His pulse throbs against it, his erection pressing up against his swollen belly. His sigil beats in time to his heart, the tightness of his cock begging to be touched. 

With the noose tight around his throat, the executioner steps back, his paw ready to release the trapdoor. Matthew looks out over the crowd, the black, gathering stormclouds. He closes his eyes, whimpering softly. 

The executioner releases the floor of the gallows and Matthew drops. The rope cuts viciously into his neck, and he cries out at the sudden pain. His feet kick out desperately. His tailhole flexes, oil pouring onto the ground as he thrashes. 

He throws his head back, gasping desperately for breath, but the noose is too tight, cutting off all oxygen. His mouth opens and closes uselessly, tears forming in his eyes as he struggles. His cock grows harder the more he thrashes, pre soaking the tip and dripping onto the cobblestones. 

The cold mist of the day gathers on his fur, chilling him completely as he shakes, legs kicking uselessly. Stars dance in his vision, the edges blackening. His heart screams in his throat, tongue lolling from his mouth.  

Pinpricks of cold course over his body, tingling over his shaking limbs. He feels heavy, his body weighed down by iron and gravity. His neck is a thin line of fire, his skin rubbed to bleeding beneath the rope. 

The pounding of his heart is louder now, loud enough to drown out all other sound. He screams soundlessly at the pain of strangulation, his vision too dark to see.  

The drag of the rope against his sensitive throat sends a piercing lance of pleasure through him, the glowing sigil flashing in the brilliance of the dawn. Heat floods his groin, his cock feels like a living thing, twitching and searing hot, hard and wanting against him. 

Matthew’s head falls back as he gives a breathless whine of need. His back arches as his cock shoots off a weak, twitching orgasm, the splatter of cum painting the gallows. 

In a sudden rush, oxygen floods back into his lungs, his vision blinded by the returning light. The rope goes slack around his neck, the noose falling in shreds around his shoulders. His knees hit the dirty stones as he collapses. Matthew’s throat burns as he gasps in a harsh, shuddering breath, his shoulders heaving. 

He looks up dizzily, the enormous, winged beast before him blotting out the sunlight. His scales are the golden green of new leaves, claws like scythes raking the dirt. Matthew has never seen a dragon up close before, the sheer size freezing his heart in his chest. 

The beast arches his magnificent neck, bellowing a roar. 

The townspeople draw back fearfully as the hot breath of the dragon washes over them, sending their hooded cloaks billowing out behind them. He rears up, wings giving a single, powerful flap. The light catches the thin, membranous skin of his wings, refracting into brilliant iridescence. Heat radiates from his body like a furnace. 

He turns from the crowd, his head lowered scant inches from Matthew’s own. He snarls; his breath smells like incense, spiced and heady. Matthew is frozen in place, his whiskers nearly brushing the jut of spines along the dragon’s jaw. 

A claw larger than Matthew’s torso slices through the ropes binding him. Matthew’s paws fall slack to his sides, sharp prickles racing down his arms as circulation returns to his limbs. Half-stunned, he tries to stand, stumbling forward against the dragon’s chest. 
 
With shocking tenderness, the dragon curls one claw around Matthew’s back, closing over him gently. Matthew is pulled in against the dragon’s belly, his scales hot and smooth as river stones. 

Another great roar shakes the square as the dragon pushes off from the ground with his powerful hind legs, tail lashing as he takes to the air. The suddenness of the movement steals the breath from Matthew’s lungs, he can only hold tight and watch the world drop away. 

The village square grows smaller and smaller beneath them, the gallows reduced to the size of a child’s toy. The dragon banks sharply and the village whips away into the clouds, the landscape giving way to green, rolling hills and scattered trees. 

Matthew squirms in the dragon’s clutches, trying to ease the pressure of the enormous claws against his body. The dragon tosses him easily, flicking him up into the air. 

Matthew plunges towards the ground for a heart-stopping second before the dragon catches him again, his hind claw closing over the mouse’s shoulders. He cries out belatedly, his voice stolen away by the wind. His paws grab weakly for the talons a hair’s-breadth from piercing his skin but the dragon pays him no mind, carrying him into the distant mountains with long, powerful strokes of his wings. 

The earth below turns to great gray stone, scrub trees dotting the jagged peaks of rock. For a brief, panicked instant, Matthew envisions the dragon dropping him onto the rocks to pluck his bones clean. 

Instead, the dragon swoops low, banking close to the side of the mountain. A dark cave comes into view as the dragon tucks his wings in, sending them both into the complete darkness of the cave. 

The dragon drops him roughly to the hard stone. His shoulder hits the floor of the cave, scraping it as Matthew rolls, scrabbling for his footing; he manages to stand.

The dragon rears up, showing the golden expanse of his belly and the fat bulge of his sheathe. Matthew’s sigil pulses dully as his flaccid cock gives a twitch of interest. 

Dropping back down to all fours, the dragon begins to walk forward, his emerald gaze locked on the little mouse. Matthew holds his paws up, as if he can stop the approach of the dragon. The enormous strikes of the dragon’s clawed feet against the ground send thumping vibrations through the floor. His tail strikes against the wall of the cave, dust shaking from the ceiling to settle on Matthew’s head and shoulders. 

He presses himself backwards until his back hits the cool, wet wall of the cave. His legs collapse and he sinks down to the floor, his eyes wide and staring. “Wait!” Matthew squeaks, drawing his knees up to his chest. 

The dragon gives a low rumble and Matthew realizes that the great beast is laughing. 

“You cannot stop me, little one,” he growls, his deep voice sending a pulse of want straight to Matthew’s groin. “You are the sacrifice.”

The dragon licks his chops, showing off the dazzling brilliance of his fangs, the black serpent of his tongue. “And I am the god. Your god. Elohim.”

Without hesitation, the dragon puts his spined muzzle against the mouse’s knees. Matthew yelps at the touch as Elohim leans in to push Matthew’s knees apart. His muzzle touches the sigil beating on his abdomen. 

The seal of Salamand flashes with sudden, searing heat between them and Matthew gives a soft moan, his dick stirring. The dragon gives an appreciative chirr, nosing between the mouse’s legs. 

Matthew whimpers as Elohim’s smooth muzzle brushes up against him, his breath hot on the mouse’s cock. His black tongue flicks out, rough as a cat’s, running over Matthew’s dick, slipping between his legs to taste the oil still gathered between his legs. 

Elohim hums appreciatively at the taste, his too-sharp teeth skating over Matthew’s thighs and stomach as he licks the boy a second time, the forked end of his tongue flicking along the mouse’s tailhole. 

His anus twitches in want, another stream of oil running from his hole onto the dragon’s waiting tongue. With surprising nimbleness, Elohim slips the hot, rough tip of his tongue into Matthew’s ass. 

Matthew whines as the forked end of the beast’s tongue works him open, sliding into his swollen, needy hole. His ass flexes, trying to take the dragon in deeper. Elohim complies unexpectedly, spreading Matthew’s legs further as he works his tongue further into the boy. 

Matthew sags  against the cave wall, his legs curling around the dragon’s muzzle. His hardening cock rubs against the ridged center plate of the dragon’s snout. He jerks his hips weakly, rutting against the dragon. His sigil throbs with want, sending an insistent surge of pleasure through him. A dribble of pre wets his cock, dripping onto the dragon’s scales. 

Elohim draws back; his tongue slips from Matthew’s ass. The boy whimpers at the loss, his ass fluttering as he tries to clench down on nothing. 

The dragon gives a dark chuckle at the mouse’s distress, lapping the slick, shiny drops from his muzzle. His pupils are cut to catlike slits, hungry and waiting. His muzzle lingers over the boy’s chest, breathing in deeply. Matthew can feel the dragon start to salivate at his sharp, fearful scent, the oil slicked to his body holding the smells in place. 

Opening his maw wide, Elohim closes his jaws around the mouse’s belly, his fangs just shy of puncturing the soft flesh. Matthew squeals in fear and sudden, hot pleasure as the dragon’s tongue laps over his sigil, which flares a brilliant gold. The wet heat of the dragon’s mouth sends a molten needle of want straight through his body, the teasing pressure of his fangs like clever fingers against him. Despite himself, Matthew feels himself edging closer and closer to orgasm, his cock smearing messily along the underside of the dragon’s jaw. 

With a short, harsh pant, the dragon drops Matthew to the floor. Elohim looks down in surprise, his pupils blown wide as sudden lust courses through him, Matthew’s sigil linking their desire together in sparking waves of pleasure. 

Through his teary eyes, Matthew manages to glance between the dragon’s legs. The head of his massive cock bursts from his sheath, as wide as Matthew’s thigh and almost twice as long. Thick, steaming ropes of pre pour from its slit, running off the ridges and veins that cover its surface. 

Matthew feels his asshole throb with need, his legs spreading of their own volition. 

Elohim rears up, the musky scent of his cock filling the cave. Matthew drags in a quivering breath, one paw kneading at his own dick, the other furiously working two scissoring fingers into his ass, stretching himself. 

The dragon crashes back down to the floor, his enormous front talons landing on either side of the mouse’s head. The drooling head of his cock smacks against Matthew’s belly. The mouse grips either side of his ass, pulling his cheeks apart as he cants his hips up. 

With a great growl, Elohim presses his cock up between the mouse’s legs. The fat wet head of his dick shoves between Matthew’s clenching cheeks, kissing up against his quivering anus. The swollen, pouting hole winks at the touch. 

Matthew opens his mouth to give a pleading whine, his voice shattering into a ragged cry as Elohim bucks forward, slamming his cock into the boy. The head of his dick tears through the mouse’s pucker, splitting it wide on the first two inches of his dick. 

Matthew wails as he’s torn open on the dragon’s thick cock, the ridged plates of his dick painfully hard against him. His legs fall apart weakly, his paws scrabbling against the floor of the cave for something to hold onto. 

The tight clench of the mouse’s ass against his cock makes the dragon snarl with arousal, shoving his cock deeper into the boy’s flexing hole. Matthew keens at the intrusion, his ass tearing at the brutal thrust. Blood leaks around Elohim’s cock as he rips the mouse’s sensitive flesh, his cock far too large.

“Please, it hurts!” Matthew shrieks, trying desperately to pull himself free. Hot, fat tears begin to gather in the mouse’s eyes at the pain of it. He gives a wet, hiccuping cry as the dragon impales him, his vicious thrusts splitting him open. The force of strikes drives him back several inches, the rough floor scraping his spine. 

With shaking paws, Matthew presses his palm against the sigil on his stomach. His mouth moves silently in prayer. The sigil flashes in response, golden sparks showering over his paw. 

The pain of the dragon’s enormous, pulsing cock does not abate, but it is met in equal ferocity with hot, rushing pleasure. 

The sudden flash of need roars between them, surging through Matthew’s wet, wanting hole and up through Elohim’s throbbing shaft. The dragon rocks forward, plunging his cock deeper into the mouse’s ass. 

The thick ridges of the dragon’s cock are forced against Matthew’s engorged prostate, squeezing it with agonizing perfection. Matthew gives a weak mewl at the pressure, his own cock jerking against his belly. He’s never been so ruinously, wonderfully full, tendrils of need whipping through his body. 

His legs draw up, convulsing weakly before falling slack again, his balls hitching up tight and aching. Matthew cries out desperately; his dick gives a hot, stabbing spasm as a thick jet of cum streaks across his chest. His vision whites out as the intensity of his orgasm overtakes him, his body shuddering around the dragon’s cock.   

Elohim slams into Matthew with another punishing strike of his hips, tearing through his rectum. The widening plates of his cock rupture the boy’s abused prostate, searing pain lancing through his body as Matthew shivers and wails, his body torn to breaking. Despite the pain, his cock gives a weak throb of wanting, cum still dribbling from the slit. 

The loss of blood from his ruined tailhole is making him dizzy, his eyes struggling to focus on the snarling beast above him. Drool runs from the monster’s teeth, making acidic splashes on the cave floor. Weakly, Matthew grips the dragon’s foreleg, using it as leverage to press himself down further on the massive cock attempting to hilt inside of him. 

Elohim bows his head in furrowed concentration, hips snapping as he reams the boy. His cock forces itself in deeper, spreading Matthew’s lower intestine to bursting, stomach acid running in sharp prickles of sensation over his cock. 

Matthew howls and writhes in agony as Elohim splits him open, his belly distending enormously at the girth of the cock attempting to pass through it. 

With a mighty jerk of his hips, Elohim rocks back to sit on his haunches, forcing the boy to sit up as well. The mouse’s own slight weight pushes him down against the dragon’s dick, stuffing it further inside him. 

Elohim grips the mouse’s shoulders with his forelegs, using them to bounce the boy down viciously on his cock, forcing him to ride it. Matthew moans desperately as his belly is violently filled, the dragon pushing up mercilessly through his guts. 
 
Matthew squeals in ecstatic terror as the maw of the dragon closes down over his upper body, plunging him into darkness. 

Curling his belly, the dragon hilts his cock with one final, brutalising thrust, his cock actually piercing up through Matthew’s gullet. Matthew gives a wet, gurgling cry as his esophagus ruptures.

In the slick, sudden heat of blood, Elohim orgasms explosively, hot ropes of cum shooting up into Matthew’s throat, pouring from his mouth and nose. Matthew gags and chokes, trying desperately to drag in a breath around the thick, steaming cum filling his mouth. It runs weakly down his chest, splattering into the dragon’s own mouth. 

Elohim convulses in the final, shuddering waves of his orgasm, brutally yanking his cock from Matthew’s ruined hole. Matthew screams out in agony as his tailhole is destroyed, blood and cum pouring from the gaping hole. His cries echo within the dragon’s mouth. 

With a deft flick of his head, Elohim snaps Matthew into his mouth. The mouse feels his back hit the wet, hot surface of his tongue. The thick black length coils over his body like a serpent, lapping over his blood-and-cum soaked fur. The dragon’s saliva coats his body, the sticky warmth clinging to him like honey. 

Matthew’s breath is cut off from the explosion of cum in his throat. The heat of the dragon’s maw is oppressive; he gives a violent thrash as his vision tunnels, the feeling fleeing from his body. His last sensation is of a final, weak dribble of cum running from his dick as he shivers through his orgasmic death-throes. 

Elohim rolls his jaw, his tongue curling lasciviously over Matthew’s lithe, trembling body. His rough tongue laves over the boy’s belly and spent, twitching cock, stroking so as to receive every taste and changing texture as the boy goes totally limp. 

With a final, mighty gulp, Elohim flips the mouse’s body down into his gullet, swallowing the ruined, cum-filled boy whole. His belly plumps out as the mouse is forced down into his stomach, the ripe, pleasant swell making Elohim groan with pleasure as his body begins to digest his prize.