DrakentheBlack and I have once more challenged each other for a picture with a story about his sexy dragon woman, Emerald. The challenge was drawing a drunken Emerald, eating a group of gypsies, so here is the picture and story I came up with. Please leave a review and tell me what you think^^
You will find DrakentheBlack's version here: https://aryion.com/g4/view/1015104
Please, have a look at it and tell him what you think : )

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Emerald lay outside her cave, far from the hustle and bustle of human civilization, watching the sky pass over her head. The day that started out as nice and sunny, was getting increasingly cloudy and she suspected it soon would rain. But as for now, she would just lay still and feel the gentle breeze caress her naked skin.

Close by, a caravan of gypsies made their way towards Emerald's cavern. The leader of this group, a man named Marco, turned to his companions to remind them of their mission "Remember, Emerald is a dragon, and dragons have hoards of gold and treasures. We will get her drunk with this strong wine, and when she falls asleep, take whatever valuables she has. Zara and Miklos, you are the newlyweds, make your behavior convincing!"

“We are newlyweds….” Miklos huffed.

Marco’s wife, Alina, a strikingly beautiful woman with raven-black hair, big boobs and a mischievous smile, stood beside him. "Let's hope this works," she murmured and gave the young couple a sorry look.

As they approached, they saw the giant dragon girl catch eye of them and eyed the group with curiosity. A collective gasp of nervousness went through the group when the giant sat up and revealed her tremendous size, but not a few of the men gasped for other reasons when they realized how generously equipped her human part was. The travelling group came to a stop before Emerald and Marco jumped off his wagon and bowed deeply. "Greetings, my lady. My name is Marco, and this group is my family and travelling companions. We travels from city to city, making odd jobs every here and there, but quite recently, while we were in the middle of nowhere, our young couple decided to finally knit the knot and get married, Marco explained, gesturing to a young couple who stepped forward. Zara, with her golden hair and bright blue eyes, clung to Miklos, a tall and strong man in a blue coat. This is Miklas and his wife to be, Zara. When we saw how green and spacious your… ehm.. lawn was, we were hoping we could make camp and celebrate their wedding here, with you as the guest of honor.”


Emerald's face broke into a wide smile. "I would be delighted! Please, come in and make yourselves at home in my cave instead, it is going to rain soon."

The group let out a sigh of relief, not expecting it to go this smooth and followed Emerald into her cave, where stalactites hung from the ceiling like natural chandeliers, and timbers laid up to make a giant fire

Marco and his group set up their camp, spreading out colorful rugs and lighting lanterns to give their part of the cave an inviting glow. They brought forth several barrels of strong wine from the wagons outside, offering the first barrel to Emerald.

"A toast to the newlyweds!" Marco proclaimed, raising his cup high.

Emerald, who had never tasted alcohol before, accepted the drink eagerly and imitated Marco’s gesture. "To Zara and Miklos!" she echoed, downing the barrel in one gulp. The gypsies cheered, and the celebration began.

The gypsies danced and sang, their music was foreign to Emerald but she did her best to follow the lines. The women were all dressed in vibrant, flowing skirts that left little to the imagination, and Emerald felt a pang of envy, she literally didn’t have a thread to put on herself. Something which the men’s flickering glances constantly reminded her of. The night wore on, and the more wine Emerald drank, the more relaxed she became, and she was starting to feel really funny. The dirty jokes told by the men got her laughing and her deep laugher echoed through the cave, making everyone cringe at the sheer volume and her poor attempts to reply with her own.

"Thisss whinie is whonderchful!" Emerald exclaimed, picking up another barrel. "I haaaave never taschted anythinges likes it."

"I’m happy to hear," Marco said with a grin, watching her towering body sway back and forth. "Only the best for our esteemed host."

Emerald's vision began to blur, and she found it funny how the floor underneath waved up and down and sideways. Her speech grew more slurred, yet her mind felt strangely at ease, as if all the worries of the world disappeared.

The gypsies watched her consciousness decline, expecting her to fall asleep every moment.

What nobody noticed was when between the drinks and dirty stories, Emerald's eyes fell on a young woman who was dancing near the fire. In her drunken state, Emerald's draconic instincts started to take over, mistaking the dancing woman for a delicious treat. Emerald's mouth watered.

Without anyone seeing it, Emerald reached out, snapped her up from the ground. "Shou hook taschty," she mumbled, her eyes glazed. And with a swift motion, she pushed the terrified woman inside her mouth and swallowed her whole.

The gypsies saw nothing, so the music and dancing continued, even when Emerald burped loudly, patting her belly. "Delischious," she said, her voice thick with drunken satisfaction.

Marco and Alina exchanged worried glances. They had hoped Emerald would be asleep now, especially since only one barrel was left. However, they decided to press on, hoping that Emerald would soon pass out.

But Emerald was far from done. As she grew more intoxicated, her behavior became even more erratic. She spotted Alina, Marco's wife, and without hesitation, picked her up and gulped her down as well.

"Where is Alina?" Marco asked, looking around in confusion when he couldn’t find his wife a few minutes later.

Emerald giggled, a sound both charming and chilling. "Thats whone wasch even taschtier," she slurred, wiping her lips with a piece of Alina's clothing.

The men in the group began to notice that some of their companions were missing and concern spread among them, but they dared not confront Emerald in her current state.

Emerald, meanwhile, was having the time of her life. She clumsily reached for another woman who screamed out in terror as she was brought up to Emerald’s lips. Emerald needed three attempts to push her inside her mouth before succeeding, the screams were muffled when the giant tongue tasted her body before swallowed her too.

It wasn't until Emerald used a piece of clothing to wipe her lips that the gravity of the situation dawned on the group. Marco, realizing that their plan had gone horribly wrong, tried to rally his people, but it was too late. Emerald, now in a drunken frenzy, began picking them off one by one.

One unfortunate woman found herself thrown into a barrel of wine. Emerald, giggling uncontrollably and gave another toast for the newlyweds, lifted the barrel to her lips and drank deeply, swallowing her along with the wine.

The last woman tried to run, but Emerald caught her with ease. She clumsily stripped off her clothes before gulping her down and licked her lips with satisfaction. Then came the men’s turn, and Marcos soon met up with his wife again, inside Emerald’s increasingly crowded stomach which reeked of wine.
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Zara and Miklos, who had hidden behind a large stone in the cave, listened in terror to the sounds of their friends and family being devoured, whole and alive. They held each other tightly, praying that Emerald would not find them.

Emerald, now surrounded by empty barrels and the remnants of the celebration, staggered to her feet. "Where dihd everwhyone goh?" she slurred, looking around with bleary eyes. "I wash having scho mutch fuhn."

Zara and Miklos remained silent, barely daring to breathe. They watched as Emerald stumbled around the cave, searching for more gypsies to devour before finally, too drunk to stand, collapsed onto the floor with a thunderous crash. Her snores echoed through the cavern, signaling that she had finally passed out.

Zara and Miklos waited a few moments, making sure that Emerald was truly asleep, before they cautiously emerged from their hiding place.

"We have to get out of here," Miklos whispered, taking Zara's hand. "Before she wakes up."

“What about mom and dad?” Zara said with tears in her eyes, but not daring to cry loud.

“I’m afraid we have to lave without them if you want to get out of here alive,” Miklas whispered, eying the dragon girl’s bloated and squirming belly.

They quietly made their way to the cave entrance, and untied a horse and a wagon.

Zara turned to look back at the cave one last time. "Do you think she'll remember what happened?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Miklos shook his head. "I don't know. But I don’t wish to stay to find out."

Jumping onto the wagon and shooing the horse they hurried away from the cave, leaving the sleeping dragoness behind.
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Emerald awoke to a thundering headache the next morning, and her memory hazy, she found herself alone in the cave. The remnants of the celebration were scattered around her, but the gypsies were nowhere to be seen.

"What happened last night?" she muttered, trying to piece together the fragments of her memory. She vaguely remembered the celebration, the delicious wine, and the gypsies' company. But everything else was a blur.

As she looked around, she felt a pang of sadness. She had been so happy to have guests, to share in their celebration. But now they were gone, and she was alone once more.

Emerald sighed with a heavy heart. She hoped that wherever they were, the gypsies were safe and happy. She had enjoyed their company, even if only for a brief moment.

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