This is my first OC! She's so kawaii! :3 Don't be fooled by her deceptively cute appearance though, for it would be the last mistake you ever made...

I must say that having NEVER really drawn anything before, I'm pretty damn proud of how this turned out!

I have a few ideas for some vore-themed multi-part series, and they’re probably going to feature this same lovely dragoness (with more details of course).

ABOUT THE QUEEN
She may be cute, but don’t be fooled…

Coldelia is a very cruel self-proclaimed dragon queen who rules with an iron fist. Her “servants” are none other than victims she has subjugated. Anyone who disobeys her command is executed (devoured). Humans are her favorite food. Coldelia always digests her prey. Her highly corrosive stomach acids can dissolve even the toughest of bones. She lives in a palace made of ice located somewhere in the snowy mountains. She imprisons her servants on the basement floor of her palace. The few that rebelled and managed to escape her palace didn’t make it very far, as she has a very strong sense of smell and can easily track down anything with a familiar scent. On the main floor of her palace is her living quarters. She is a master of deception and often manipulates others into getting what she wants (often resulting in their unfortunate demise).

FORMS
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Anthro
Her most common form. Very human-like, with bipedal legs and a curvy figure.

Feral
Her natural form. This form is over 3x larger than her Anthro form, and in this form she sports a set of wings. For size comparison, her mouth is about the size of a human in this form. She is never seen in this form while she is inside of her palace.

Primal (Special)
If Coldelia becomes famished or is otherwise threatened, she is forced into Feral form and enters a Primal state. This triggers her alternate personality. The only known ways to remove her from this state are by satiating her hunger or otherwise removing the threat. After exiting her Primal state, she will remain in Feral form.

Alt (Crueldelia)
https://aryion.com/g4/view/717715

-Interactive POV Vore Short Story-
*Not graphic, but rather harsh. Read at your own discretion.

There's word of a Dragon Queen living in the snowy mountains. She’s accepting visitors, but they say it’s a one-way trip. Despite the warnings, you decide to brave the mountains yourself…

After a long and arduous journey, you finally arrive at a palace made of ice. “Come on in, hon. I’ve got PLENTY of room for a little morsel such as yourself.~” You hear what sounds like a female voice coming from behind the palace door. Is that an invitation? Curious, you open the palace door, and there stands a large dragoness, mouth open wide. Her maw DOES look pretty inviting. Maybe you could join her (mostly digested) prey? You gaze at her distended belly and take note: It’s probably pretty goopy in there...

You hesitate for a moment, and then her voice booms, seemingly irritated with your hesitation. “Either you jump in, or I could just freeze you. I prefer my snacks chilled anyway. It’s a very painful process, and by the time you thaw out, you won’t be long for this world.~” Before you even have time to act, she surprises you with an earth-shakingly deep cold, icy belch. A partially digested shoe flies towards you at an astounding rate, thwacking your forehead with a painful thud and almost knocking you off your feet. Her guttural mist is so cold that it singes your skin, and you see frostbite starting to form. It looks like your time has run out. You need to make a decision… and quick!

Continued below (WILLING or UNWILLING)
*both contain melty fatal digestion

-WILLING-
You decide to take the easy way out. “I’m glad you’ve learned your place, little one.~” The dragoness charms, eager for you to enter her stomach. Without hesitation, she quickly grabs you, and you are swept off your feet in an instant, now dangling face-down above the endless void of her throat. She salivates heavily, streams running all down her body. She licks you up and down your entire body, teasing you with her tongue and savoring your taste. You feel her grip on your feet release as you plunge down into her maw, her large jaws closing over you.

You feel a mild pain as she gently pokes your body with her sharp teeth. She licks you once more and then begins to swallow, drawing you in deeper and deeper with each gulp. As you slowly begin to inch your way down, you find it hard to breathe due to the crushing walls of her esophagus. After a moment, you feel the pressure release as you slush into her hot and humid stomach. The sticky, goopy mess that was once her previous victim floats lifelessly on the surface of the pool that is her stomach, leaving behind only small traces of clothing.

You sit for a moment, and think about what’s going on. You start to imagine that maybe it’s just a dream, but the sharp stinging sensation that you just started feeling confirms that it definitely isn’t. You’re starting to regret your choice now (not that you had much of one anyway). You start to punch, kick, scream, and thrash, but you notice that with each of these actions it becomes harder and harder to breathe. Eventually, you come to terms with reality. There is no way out. There was no avoiding it. You treat yourself to the thought that maybe, just maybe, this is better than the other option. You accept your fate, and just as you’re ready to let go, the dragoness lets out a deep, icy belch, freezing you into unconsciousness. You never wake up.

-UNWILLING-
You decide to take your chances. You turn around and begin to run away, but quickly notice that your feet have already been encased in hard ice that feels like cement. “Trying to run, are we? How pitiful.~” The dragoness mocks as you are frozen helplessly in place. She doesn’t stop there. Starting at your legs, you slowly feel the rest of your body becoming encased in bitter-cold glue. She takes her time, each passing second accompanied by the pain of a thousand knives jabbing into your skin. You scream in agony, hoping, begging, pleading for the pain to stop. Eventually it does.

Then you awaken. It smells like something is burning. You look around, and find no trace of the previous victim. Then you feel it. It burns! It REALLY burns! It feels like you have awoken in a blazing inferno! You look down at your body. The dragoness’ harsh stomach acids have already started going to work on your flesh. There’s so much of you missing, you wonder how you’re still alive. Your fleshy prison begins to roar and rumble very loudly, after which you hear a loud, deep belch. The icy air from the dragoness’ thick, crass guttural emission engulfs your body, almost freezing you into unconsciousness once more.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough. You’re still kicking. You try to muster up a scream, but with the ice cold air and lack of oxygen all that comes out is a whimper, which is silenced by the deafening roars of your tomb. There isn’t much left of you now. With no strength or will left to continue fighting, you have no choice but to give up. After what feels like an eternity, you finally succumb to the stinging acids around you. Your journey ends here, as nothing nothing more than fat on the hips of your captor.

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