With a heavy heart, you resign yourself to your fate. As the dragon lands in front of you, its flaring wings buffet you, and you can see the hunger and the greed in its malevolent eyes. Its forked tongue licks its lips in anticipation.
First it drags its tongue against your body, starting at your abdomen, pressing on your breasts, and all the while dribbling saliva on you. Your disgust turns to terror as the dragon raises a claw into the air, preparing to strike. At the last second, the claw turns away, and only cuts the chains holding your arms. Before you can even think of running, another claw pins you to the ground. The beast meticulously shreds your mageweave dress with a single talon, all the while drooling more lubricating saliva on you. With its tongue wrapped around your stomach, it suddenly tugs you into its mouth with naught but a yelp from you.
You miraculously avoid being cut to ribbons on the dragons teeth, but your ordeal has just begun. The beast begins to swallow you whole, its throat muscles contracting and squeezing all around you. By the time you reach the stomach, you are battered and disoriented, and now well and truly terrified. You beat against the walls of the stomach, but this only elicits a sound you associate with pleasure. You sit down and begin to cry, not even noticing as the stomach acids begin to bubble and churn around you.
Your panicked struggles can be seen on the outside of the dragon as little bumps in its scales as your fists beat desperately against it. After a few minutes of this, the struggles end. Even now, your lovely form is being broken down for nutrients for the mighty dragon, sitting and looking rather content.
