Triske lifted his head up to a sharp angle, eagerly anticipating the human dropping to the back of his mouth, and that first swallow and yet.... something was wrong. The human was not moving. He could feel the human's thick chest pushing at the sides of his mouth, but the creature wouldn't budge.<br/><br/>The dragon felt a slight pain behind his lower teeth, and he howled with rage as he realised what had happened. He opened and shut his mouth repeatadly, crashing his teeth together trying to dislodge him, but he was cleverly placed, and Triske couldn't bite him.<br/><br/>Furiously, he shook his head from side to side, angry with himself for being so careless. His arms were too short to actually put inside his mouth to free the human's grip, and his frustration began to mount.<br/><br/>Triske felt a tickle at the back of his throat, and it was then he realised; the human's size up until this point had been an asset, but as well as bulging out the sides of his mouth, his legs were also partially dangling down into his throat.<br/><br/>The dragon swallowed hard, and felt the human pull on his teeth, trying to steady himself. The dragon continued to swallow, the muscles tightening around his prey's feet and pulling downwards. Triske hoped his grip was beginning to loosen, he was in no mood to wait for the human to tire, his stomach rumbled and he longed to fill it...besides it had waited a thousand years for its next meal.