Your mind races, and soon enough so do you. Your fear overpowers you and you make a break for the forest. Any chance of making a silent getaway was now gone, but you don't know if you could have kept quiet enough or out of the dragon's sight for long enough anyway. Things however, did not go quite as you had planned, the moment you had broken into your sprint and your feet colided with the ground- the dragon quickly turned and pinned you under her hand.
If only you still had your swords, or any of your other equipment for that matter- at least then you could have tried to put up a fight, but now all you can do is squirm underneath the dragon's hand, which was blocking your view. You may have not noticed this due to your panic, but the dragon was not forcing you too roughly into the ground, just pressing firm enough to keep you pinned. That however, did not last.
The dragon coiled her fingers around your form and lifted you into the air. That ALSO, did not last long. The dragon speaks, "What sort of creature have I stumbled on today." A female voice. Her fingers uncoil, once again exposing you to the light of day break. Now you were finally able to make out the dragon's form in it's entirety. You were not prepared for what you saw, she had an interesting face to say the least. She had no eyes.
Curious, she lowered her face into into her palm and sniffed you thuroughly before licking you from head to toe. Up until this point you have remained silent, mostly from the fear coursing through your mind; but as she licks you, you stifle a groan caused by the pressure applied. You thank the stars that her breath didn't seem to have much of a smell despite that being the last thing to worry about at a time like this. Wearing only an undershirt and your boxers made this situation only that much more awkward for you.
The entire front of your body, as well as the slim amount of clothes that you have on are now rather damp. She had pulled her tongue back into her mouth, and seemed to be analyzing the taste- of course you could only assume this based on her lip and muscle movement. You take this time to readjust yourself and make small movements towards the edge of her hand- which she notices rather quickly and cups her hand ever so slightly to let you know. "Just a kitten are we? Can you speak, little kitten?" She spoke.
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