Once those jaws latched around the drazelle, her fate was sealed. In mere moments, the tiny morsel slid over her tongue and into the greedy dragon gullet, a gulp resounding to send the little morsel down to her belly, rubbing it with a lewd smirk.

"Ya know... I think Drazelle is starting to grow on me."

Issilora (c) their player

Samantha and art (c) me

Same-Day Sketch

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