Knocking out more paintings for my Engage zine. Details at https://aryion.com/g4/view/887752

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“Lord Sombron exterminated your kind, and you have the gall to reappear at his resurrection? Inexcusable, I will not let your insignificant form appear to him when he wakes!”

Zelestia had flown ahead, the thought of Nel, Nil. her winds, or any of the others suffering felt like a wicked fate. Though she lacked the smug confidence, or the power of her otherworldly counterpart, Zelestia’s heart was pure amidst her weakness.

And yet, she would soon see she had made a grave error.

“This battle is not about my people. What Sombron did to the mage dragon tribe; It left my heart in pieces. But I have a new family I desire to care for, that I promised to love with my final breath… Now, surrender your bracelet, Queen of Elusia!”

But alas, the wyvern riding swordswoman had not brought a wyrmslayer. Her kindness led her to insist the Divine Dragon take it for herself. Instead, she wielded one of steel, and was unfit for cutting the scales of a queen’s dragon. Her magic, lightning, not wind as it should have been. She had fought bravely against Ivy’s guardian knights, but the queen herself proved too much for Zelestia.

Their traded bolts of lighting left the last mage dragon plummeting. Her wyvern died as it broke her fall, though it could not save her from the exhaustion of battle. She had to crawl out from under her dragon-like companion, only for Queen Ivy to land nearby.

“My my… It seems you will keep that promise after all.”

The Elusian Queen cackled as she approached. The tome she wielded crackled still with that near fatal bolt. Zelestia was unable to claim her second wind as the distance was closed. She was too wounded, too tired, too-

~GROOOOAN~


The Melusine looked down to her stomach, thinking she had forgotten to eat once again. But the gurgling she heard was being carried across the winter mountain wind, ravenous as her opponent’s desire to return the Fell Dragon.

“Pity.” Ivy’s mockery led her heel to Zelestia’s hand. “I had hoped you had grown strong like your tribe after all this time, but it seems even now Lord Sombron would not have bothered snuffing out your miserable life.”

Ivy tugged at Zelestia’s horns, before snapping them off with a deafening crackle of magic. The mage dragon would not let out more than a whimper, her held jaw shut as tears fell in defiance. She feared her loved ones may hear her heartbreaking cry carry across the battlefield; their morale was too important to her.

The pompous noble shoved the dragoness inside a gaping, ravenous maw. The queen had no more grace than a wild beast, her tongue caressing the woman’s lips with arrogant pleasure, as if goading the terrified mage dragoness to try and bite it off.

There was no such final act of valiance however, Zelestia shivered in what seemed to be a brand of fear, but there was a thrill to it that the Melusine could not deny.

“Oh~ Please… I can’t…” Zelestia moaned, thinking about the people she wished to protect, but Ivy’s invasion of all the exposed flesh of her body could not be so easily pushed aside. The queen seemed to be able to detect the arousal as she gulped down her head, pushing her tongue under what little bits of Zelestia were covered. When Zelestia next tried to speak, all that came out were muffled, delightful sounds of ecstasy for the devouring queen’s ears only. The queen left a bite mark along Zelestia’s body as she swallowed it up, enjoying how easily Zelestia was going down.

That was except for her hair. Ivy seemed to make an effort to avoid that. It was more flattering on Zelestia than it was her tongue.

Ivy’s dress began to crawl up her stomach as a dragoness shaped bulge began to jut out of the fleshy orb. The woman previously known as Zelestia, now clearly settling into her role as food, laughed, her body too love starved, and too delighted in her shame. As her head slipped into the tight space, she rolled around rather quickly to find the rest of her body. She wouldn’t know it, but her captor’s breasts sat playfully on her head, as Zelestia’s hand made its way down to find its place inside herself.

Ivy knelt down, slurping up the last of Zelestia’s hair as she saw the woman inside her, cackling as she groped her own breast, and joined the fun Zelestia was having.

“Even as a meal, you don’t know your place. No matter… You’ll be in a more fitting form soon enough.”

Zelestia found herself lost amidst her pleasure, rocking back and forth as she tried to get out one final pleasant moment. The acids crept into her folds, stinging and mixing with the lust that began to leak from them. The mage dragoness knew this was her last moment in her dual millenia and a half long life, and she would live it knowing she was in her prime. The moments before this were all well lived, loved, and savoured for her. She had a real family amidst the four winds and Lady Nel, and she could not dwell on what her failure meant for them.

So instead, she succumbed to lust, letting the acids soften and melt her rhythmically moaning form. Her sex tightened around the fingers that pushed inside, beginning to become foreign already as the bones severed from her flesh.

But no matter the cost, the motherly dragon got her final pleasure. Zelestia’s love flowed into Ivy’s stomach, mixing in with the gooey form her own body had been reduced to inside. She knelt her head against the stomach walls, a smile for a life well lived, even if she had to spend it’s end in the gut of a pompous queen.

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