He woke up later, his lovely meal having been squeezed and sucked and pulled through every inch of his digestive tract and was once again begging to be let out. He savored the full feeling in both his rectum and bladdar, before getting up and trotting back to where he'd left her torn dress.

"To where it began... at least for us... It comes full circle, love. He positioned his rear over the ragged cloth, lifting his tail as his ring enlarged, permitting a large ball of remains to pass, plopping on the clothing wetly, followed by another, and another, until a pile about a quarter the volume of the woman, all that was left of her, sat atop it. He then backed up, careful not to step in his own shit, and let loose a torrent of yellow liquid on the pile, dampening it further. As the last drop fell from his horse member. he sighed pleasantly. "Mmn, there you are. Not much of a slayer, but quite the dinner date. You were delicious by the way. Enjoy eternity, will you?" he said, moving off into the forest, changing himself back into a naga on the way.