Dragon-Girl Feeding Habits

Wisps of steam and polite, muted feminine voices filled the warm air.  Occette sighed, sinking up to her neck in the pleasantly hot waters of the spring.  A princess by birth, Occette was accustomed to extravagant luxury, but the tranquil, rocky environs of the hot spring, where she and five other equally nude princesses currently relaxed, was a treat even to her royal sensibilities.  The large, circular pool was over 100 feet in diameter, with the center being quite deep, and ringed by tall, impenetrable rock formations except for a single small path that lead to the exit/entrance of the area, providing ample privacy.  It was no ordinary hot spring either, of course, or else such a collection of female royalty would not have all been attending at once.  Indeed, this spring was situated in a strange and fantastic land know as Felarya, and was fabled to provide longevity and lasting beauty to any virgin maiden who bathed in it . . . and the spring itself only filled for a few days every decade . . . or so the stories went.

And Occette had every desire to retain her beauty, as she was considered one of the most lovely women in her kingdom.  Golden hair with pale, flawless skin and large, vivid blue eyes, she was a striking woman by any estimation.  Despite never having exercised a day in her life, she was slim and supple of figure, with wide hips and full bosom to match.  The other princesses were lovely too of course – even an exotic neko and an elf in attendance! – but she remained confident she was the fairest of them all by an acceptable margin.

The relaxing, luxuriant day carried on for some time predictably enough, until Occette noted with some alarm an enormous shadow passing over them all suddenly, blocking out the blue, cloudless sky.  She stood and covered her chest with an arm, as a chorus of gasps filled the air, and then a cyclone of savage wind ripped over her all at once, making her squint.

When the wind died down and she could see again, Occette stared up with a great deal of well-founded apprehension at the gigantic newcomer standing before them.  It wore the general visage of a woman, a rather gorgeous, very nude woman in point of fact, but stood close to 100 feet tall.  She was indeed surpassingly beautiful, possessing a sensual, voluptuous figure with an impressively full, perky chest and wide, smooth hips.

Her size and beauty were not her only remarkable features, however.  A strange yet elegant horn-like crest grew from her forehead, fanning out almost like a half tiara or crown.  Her hair was a rich, pale green color, her delicate heart-shaped face adorned with strikingly purple eyes, sporting vertical-slit pupils like a cat or reptile.  Even more fantastic, great reptilian wings were folded at her back, scaled in green and yellow, along with a number of bony protrusions down her spine, culminating in a long tail.  The reptilian features seemed to express more strongly on her feet, which sprouted scales below the knees, and wicked-looking talons on her toes.  Her hands showed a less extreme manifestation, the thin flexible scales looking rather like she was wearing gloves.

The giant female tilted her head to one side in question, smiling faintly, those strange eyes fixed on Occette.  "I'm looking for the sacred hot spring?  Ahh, is this it then?"  the huge female said pleasantly, taking a moment to look over the rather alarmed collection of nude princesses.

"Yes it is, and you're rather intruding," Occette said with as much authority as she could, when she was smaller than the intruder's hand.  "This spring has been reserved for only the highest royalty.  You have to leave."

"Oh, so you're princesses then?"  the giantess said brightly.  "No need to worry, I'm a bit like royalty myself . . . though I suppose all dragons rather are, aren't they?"  The giantess laughed lightly to herself, and took a seat in the deeper side of the pool, her mass causing the water to rise noticeably.  She leaned her head back, and stretched her legs out, resting them on the far shore, the entire pool insufficient to contain her full height.  Occette also could not help but notice the dragoness was sitting rather between them and the only exit, now.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?  I am princess Occette Riladna Cordentim of the great kingdom Maligorn.  What exactly gives you the right to intrude upon us thusly?"  Occette was pleased at how imperious and commanding she sounded, especially considering her state of nakedness and the imposing size of the creature she was addressing.  

"I'm Amellazia.  And I must say this little 'hots pring of rejuvenation' is already better than I expected.  You all look fantastic!"

Occette blushed, looking down to make sure her hands ware still adequately covering her dignity, but when she looked up, she noticed the giantess's far larger hand was moving towards her with startling celerity.

"Wh-what are you nnnaaah!"  Occette's demand transformed into a squeak of fright as the giant hand closed around her, warm and oddly smooth despite the fine yellowish scales covering it.  There was another gasp of fright, and Occette could see Amellazia's other hand was already similarly filled with another squirming princess.  The other was a slim, delicate thing with long dark violet hair and large brown eyes, who Occette knew passingly as Elba.

"W-wait!  Wh-what are you doing?  Stopit!"  Elba stuttered rather unhappily, though the giantess did not show any sigh of complying.

"I absolutely adore princesses you see, but it's so rare to find this many all in one place!"  Amellazia smiled radiantly, bringing the quavering Elba up to her face.

"Th-then can you please let me down?  I-nnnf!"  Elba squealed as Amellazia pursed her lips . . . and then pushed her headfirst between them without an apparent care in the world.  Long, smooth pale princess legs kicked wildly from between the smiling lips of the giantess, who hummed softly in obvious pleasure.  The unlucky pair of legs – and their owner – slipped rapidly in, vanishing at last between the giant lips with a muted slurp.  Occette could still hear muffled screams, which were summarily drowned out when Amellazia swallowed with an audible gulp, poor Elba reduced to a wriggling lump sliding down the dragon-woman's throat.

"Ahhh.  There's nothing quite so delightful as a sumptuous little princess of two."  Her violet eyes refocused upon Occette's quivering form.  "Or more,"  she finished in a soft, pleased voice.

"Nooo!  No, release me at once you fiend!  My people will not stand for their princess being eaten by some . . . some vile nudist!"  Occette cried in a somewhat more squeaky and less commanding voice than usual.

"Mmm, I know just the place for feisty, demanding little princesses such as you,"  Amellazia cooed, elevating her to face-level just as she had with Elba.

"Eeeyah!  Nnnoh!!"  Occette yelped and struggled, but the giant hand held firm, Amellazia looking at her from pleased, half-lidded eyes.  Then she opened her mouth wide, the foreboding, organic cavern filling Occette's field of vision entirely.  Every detail was horribly, impossibly perfect despite the fantastic size: from her shiny white teeth to the enormous pink tongue glistening with anticipatory saliva, it would have all seemed so very mundane under different, smaller circumstances.

Occette screamed and closed her eyes, the long, thin wail of panic interrupted by something enormous, wet and squishy squelching against her entire front side.  Momentarily pinned between giant hand and the hot, saliva-coated tongue, she gasped and squirmed as a massive lick was planted upon her nude form.

"Ohh, you're so smooth and creamy . . . a bit of whipped cream to go with you would've been just divine . . ."  Amellazia sighed pleasantly, though Occette was not nearly collected enough accept the compliment gracefully, instead taking a series of rapid shaky breaths and continuing to try to wriggle free.

No further words were exchanged, as Amellazia opened her terrible, perfect mouth again, but this time instead of licking, she lowered Occette feet first into the humid space.

"Stop!  No, this is utterly unacceptable!  Younneeeek!"  The giant fingers released, and wind whistled past Occette for a dizzying second.  She landed with a splat upon her royal derriere, the tongue shifting beneath her while light rapidly vanished – Amellazia's lovely lips sealing with Occette very much on the wrong side of them.

Darkness and oppressive saliva engulfed the princess utterly, her struggling form trapped between the tongue and roof of the mouth.  Occette yelped and writhed and generally made her strong dissatisfaction with the current state of affairs as obvious as she could, but the dragon-woman did not acknowledged her complaints at all.  Instead, a low hum of pleasure vibrated through Amellazia's mouth, and with an uncompromising motion of the giant sticky tongue, Occette was pushed firmly back towards the throat.

The situation did not become particularly more acceptable from there, with the powerful throat muscles gripping Occette's legs and dragging her fully into the tight, slimy esophagus without preamble.  Protestations rather muffled by the slick tissue squeezing her from all sides, Occette nonetheless squirmed and struggled with all the presence and dignity she could muster given the situation, as a single smooth contraction sent her ever downwards towards what was looking likely to be a rather unpleasant and unseemly destiny.

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Amellazia cooed to herself in pleasure as the silky, wriggly little blonde princess slid smoothly down her throat, and then settled firmly into her belly with the first one.

The dragon-girl licked her lips ever-so-slightly, the rich, creamy flavor of the last princess still lingering on her tongue.  She cast her eyes to remaining princesses with a good deal of anticipation.  There seemed to be three more left, an appetizing variety of a human, a neko and an elf.  All were staring at her is disbelief and horror, but the neko quickly shifted her focus to the only exit, situated just beyond Amellazia's lounging form.

With a cry of defiance, the little neko sprung into lively action, dashing towards Amellazia at an angle to try and circumvent her.  Naked as all the others, the catgirl was noticeably more athletic in build, her short red hair still damp from the spring.

Amellazia reached out languidly to capture the feisty little thing, but was eluded when in ducked right under her fingers and kept going, circling around, and scaling over her legs in an impressive series of little climbing hops.

Just as the tempting treat reached the exit, Amellazia brought her hand down, but once again the creature dodged, flinging herself forward and slipping through the dragoness's fingers . . . except her tail.

"Nyaaagh!!"  The neko cried out as Amellazia gripped her tail between thumb and forefinger, pulling her into the air, and then a far more secure hold.

"My!  Such an energetic little treat,"  Amellazia said cloyingly, holding the squirming creature up to her face for a better look.

"Go to hell you scaly freak!"  the neko squeaked out furiously, and then proceeded to bite viciously – and ineffectually – at Amellazia's finger.

"A bit rude though," the giantess said with a dismissive roll of her eyes, pushing the feisty little thing face-first onto her eager tongue.  It wriggled and sputtered, the smooth texture wonderfully pleasing as its zesty flavor spread through her pallet.  Amellazia closed her smiling lips around its middle neatly, and allowed herself to indulge in the somewhat unladylike practice of slowly slurping the neko's feisty kicking legs up.

With a deeply gratifying swallow, the sumptuous creature wriggled its way down Amellazia's throat, settling into her belly where the first two already struggled.  With three lively little treats firmly secured inside her pleased tummy, the satisfying motions from them were noticeably more acute.  Despite this, Amellazia had every intention of taking full advantage of this rare opportunity.

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Moanna was very much regretting her decision to travel to Felarya and attend the hots pring event.  Partly because as an elf the promised longevity of the spring was overall less appealing, but mostly because being devoured alive by a giant draconic female creature was distinctly unappealing.  

She had not stood around to watch Naeko the neko princess being added to the giantess's belly, instead hiding herself in a small natural 'cave' in the rocks surrounding the spring.  It was barely a few feet deep, but provided the only real cover available.

The cave would have been snug for one, but Moanna was also joined by the only other remaining princess.  Ilkana was a tall, athletic, bronze-skinned woman, apparently from a civilization ruled by feirce warrior-women . . . but against the 100 foot tall dragon-woman, hand-to-hand combat ability seemed quite unlikely to be very relevant.  By contrast, Moanna herself was slender and delicate in build, a perfect example of classic elven beauty, with long dark blue hair and large, expressive blue eyes.

"I know there were more than three!"  Amellazia called playfully, and peeking out, Moanna could see her looking about the area curiously.  She raised her head, and seemed to sniff at the air inquisitively, eyes closed, head turning slowly.  She stopped, a radiant smile forming on her lips, and she opened her eyes to look directly at where the two of them were hiding.

"Hmmm . . ."  the giantess intoned thoughtfully, shifting over and settling down on her stomach too peer into the little hollow, her head and cleavage completely filling their field of vision.  She tilted her head, peering in with one eye, and Moanna could only hold her breath and furtively hope the shadows were enough to conceal them.

"Ah-ha!"  Amellazia chirped victoriously, "Found you!"  

In reply, Ilkana and Moanna tried to press themselves back deeper into the little sanctuary, though there was simply no more room.  The draconic female opened her mouth, the enormous interior pink and visibly moist with saliva.  The huge, glistening tongue extended forth, filling the exit with squishy pink . . . and then everything went black as the light was cut off.

"Ahhnh!  Thisistheworstspaever!"  Moanna squeaked, as she and Ilkana squirmed around in blind panic, the currently invisible but very real giant tongue making strange squishy noises in the dark as it worked its way into the futile sanctuary.

Ilkana screamed with a new level of urgency, and Moanna felt something hot and sticky brush against her side.  More panicked cries ensued, but then Ilkana was pulled away, and after a moment some dim light returned.  What met Moanna's eyes was even less reassuring than expected: Ilkana was already up to her chest in Amellazia's mouth, gasping and squirming in place as she was sucked in gradually.  Within a handful of seconds just her head and shoulders extended from between the predator's lips, and then a sensual shift of that giant tongue drew those in too.

Amellazia closed her eyes and hummed in pleasure, savoring her latest treat thoroughly.  A spike of adrenaline surged through Moanna's body as she realized this might be her only chance.  

She darted from the cave with all the agility she could muster, passing only feet from the giant face just as a loud, very obvious swallow issued, marking Ilkana's passage to becoming nourishment for the giantess.

Moanna made quick progress, skirting around the water to reach the exit, which was no longer blocked by the dragon-girl's body.  The escape reached an abrupt and ignoble end when her foot caught on a loose stone, causing her to stumble forward to her hands and knees, especially galling given her people's reputation for grace and agility.

"Mmmmh . . ." was all the giantess said as her huge, beautiful face moved in and leaned down to where Moanna lay.

"Noo!"  the elf princess tried scrambling to her feet, but Amellazia had other plans, and with a swift pecking motion of her head, slurped those feet up into her mouth instead.  The interior of her mouth was strange and not at all pleasant, the heat and moisture and supple pressure from those huge lips stifling, as a firm suction was applied, pulling her deeper by the moment.

"Ahh!  Ahh ahh ahh ahhh!!"  Moanna's creative, staccato cries were about as effective in deterring the giantess as fruitlessly squirming around, and she soon felt those moist, giant lips sliding smoothly up over her legs and past the curve of her hips.

Moanna shrieked again as Amellazia lifted her head from the ground, a rush of water sounding as she settled down onto her back in her preferred spot in the spring.  She wailed and smacked at the plump lips restraining her, which in turn ignored her protests as they slipped past her waist and over her chest, the majority of her body now awash in the sweltering saliva-thick maw.

"Eeeyhaaah!!  Princesses are not food!  We're supposed to be rescued!  Not eaten!  Bad dragon!!" Moanna babbled, as Amellazia placed a forefinger gently upon the squirming elf's head, pushing her in with a slow but utterly irresistible pressure.  With a final slurp, darkness filled Moanna's world, her embarrassingly nude body suddenly squished face-down upon the dragon-girl's sticky tongue.  She writhed and sputtered as the enormous organ pressed her against the roof of the mouth, sliding back and forth over her smooth body, her (apparently) delicious flavor thoroughly savored.

The slimy, stifling ordeal went on for some time, the tongue utterly shameless as it shifted her around and tasted her in slow, sliding motions, soft hums of pleasure rising from the dragon-girl's throat periodically throughout.

Flushed, gasping and plastered in thick saliva, Moanna at last felt the very unwelcome sensation of being pressed backwards, her legs abruptly drawn into a much tighter space.  Her shriek was largely muffled by the environment as she felt the throat contract, dragging her back and down, slick, wet tissue compressing tight around her squirming body.  The sweltering, claustrophobic decent was easily the most foreboding experience of Moanna's life.  Deep, strange organic sounds filled her ears, and she even heard Amellazia's steady heartbeat as she was squeezed down that gooey esophagus.

At last the inauspicious journey reached its end, and the very unhappy elf princess felt herself squeezing into the already rather crowded stomach.  There was almost no room, she and the other equally unfortunate princesses packed tightly together in the pitiless chamber, bare, silky bodies shifting and squirming in the humid, oppressive darkness.

Rescue or escape seemed rather improbable at this point, but Moanna did take some small comfort in the fact that she would be sharing her impending digestion with other princesses of equally high standing and noble birth.  While she had no first hand frame of reference for comparison, she was quite certain the gasping and wriggling and general hapless struggles she was participating in were of a far more dignified and graceful sort than how commoners would behave, given a similar situation of being squished together in the belly of a giant dragon-girl.  

And that was at least something.

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Amellazia sighed to herself in deep contentment as the wriggly little elf princess settled into her active stomach in a most pleasant manner.  Her brillient flavor lingered for some time on the giantess's tongue, and she even gave her fingers a few tiny licks to ensure she got every last hint of that luscious flavor.

She closed her eyes and sank a little deeper into the warm spring-water in satisfaction.  What had begun as a little trip of more curiosity than anything, the 'magic spring' had made for a far more enjoyable dalliance that she could have foreseen.  Amellazia expected someone whom the princesses had previously belonged to would come along to yell at her rudely at some point, but for the moment she was free to relax and enjoy the satisfaction of a tummy full of squirmy little royal treats.  And they were being wonderfully active and feisty at the moment . . .

. . .

"Face my wrath monster!!"  a shrill female voice interrupted loudly after only a minute or two.  No surprise there.

With a sigh Amellazia opened her eyes, but was surprised to see that the rude interruption was from . . . a completely naked female?  She raised an eyebrow, as the little creature summoned up an endearingly tiny fireball and flung it at Amellazia's face.  She giggled and raised a hand to block the 'attack', which was actually quite pleasantly warm on her skin where it struck.  In reply, the giantess reached over and gripped the appetizing little thing between two fingers, pursing her lips as she examined her catch.  The human was as nude as the princesses had been, with long, beautiful flowing red hair and pale skin dotted with minuscule little freckles all over.

"N-noo!  This is impossible!  My Ultimate Inferno Blast should have worked!"  

Amellazia smiled as realization dawned.  "Oh!  You are a princess!  I must have missed you before.  Well, I suppose we both know where you're headed then."  Quite pleased at the unexpected bonus treat, the dragon-girl opened her mouth at once, lowering the delightful thing in without preamble.

"Noo!  No stopit!  I'll burn you up from the inside, I'll-nyaghhaa!"  the splendid little princess squeaked cutely as Amellazia slurped in her delicious little legs.  Though not quite as tasty as the elf, this princess still had a wonderfully unique, spicy flavor, possibly owing to her magical proclivities.  The giantess sucked her in gently, enjoying the smooth texture and assertive flavor quite a bit, as the luscious thing squirmed and wriggled between her lips.  She closed her eyes, running her tongue happily over the treats's silky kicking legs.

"I heard screaming and I-Ghaah!"  A new voice, this one male, interrupted.  Again.

With a small huff of contained irritation, Amellazia opened her eyes and turned her head to see who it was now.  Definitely not a princess this time, the man was a somewhat handsome sort, wearing a suit of plate armor and looking rather alarmed.

"Helpmehelpmehelpme!!  Slayitslayitslayit!!!"  the princess still halfway inside Amellazia's mouth squeaked, squirming even more energetically.

"Mhth thmth mrth?"  Amellazia tried unsuccessfully to ask around her mouthful of princess.  She flushed slightly in embarrassment, and then just pointed questioningly to the treat wiggling between her lips.

"What . . . ?"  the knight said after a few seconds.  "Oh!  Nonono, she's not mine at all!  My princess is actually . . . aahhh, blonde, actually . . . don't know this one at all . . ."

"What!?  You coward!  You-mmgph!!"  Somewhat relieved there wouldn't need to be a 'duel' over her current treat, Amellazia squished the wriggling thing in with one finger.  She swallowed after just a moment, allowing herself to fully savor the feeling of the smooth, shifting lump sliding smoothly down her throat.  The silky morsel squeezed with only a bit of effort into her gratifyingly stuffed belly, movements blending into the general wriggles of the other cramped princesses.

When she opened her eyes and licked her lips, she noted the knight looked rather uneasy.

"I'm pretty sure at least one of the ones I ate already was a blonde, though. . ."  Amellazia said playfully, giving her full, lively tummy a little poke with one finger.  "Does that mean we'll have to fight about it?"

He took a step back, looking even more alarmed and flustered.  "What?!  Really?  My princess is . . . bald!  She's bald as well.  Completely without hair."

"Blonde and bald?"

"Well . . . you know . . . she was blond before going bald . . . had a mishap with a . . . ahhh . . . a witch!  A witch cursed her with baldness some time ago, you see.  A bit sensitive about it, actually . . ."

Amellazia furrowed her thin eyebrows, thinking back to the delightful princesses she had just dined upon.  "Oh.  Well, I don't think I saw a bald one.  I'm pretty sure all the princesses in here have hair."  She placed a hand lightly on her deliciously full belly.  

The knight produced a large but rather nervous-looking smile.  "Well!  Suppose I'd better be off then!  Let the fellows down below know there's no bald princesses up here.  Wouldn't want them coming up here and bothering you for no reason, would we?  Sorry about the confusion and all that!"

"No trouble!"  Amellazia chirped as the human moved to withdraw.  "Hmmm, actually, have I met you before?  You look a bit familiar . . ."

The polite little human looked somewhat startled.  "No!  No I'm sure I'd recall a titanic, naked, princess-eating dragon-girl if I'd met her before.  She'd haunt my dreams and . . . ah, nightmares for the rest of my life, no doubt."

"Okay then!"  Amellazia smiled and waved politely as the human bid a hasty exit.  She wasn't even tempted to eat him, given how full she was – plus metal armor had a distinctly unpleasant taste in her opinion.  And trying to strip it all off was such a chore.

Princesses were far better anyway.  Even putting aside the delicious flavor, there was something quite unique about them.  An indefinable but clear edge of refinement and sophistication . . . a certain savoir vivre to even the way they squirmed and protested in her tightly-filled stomach, which left her satisfied like nothing else quite could.

Putting a hand over her mouth to muffle a pleased little yawn, Amellazia settled back into the warm water of the spring in perfect contentment.  It had been many years since she'd enjoyed a banquet quite so perfect, and the warm, smooth little princesses continued to squirm and wriggle about in her tummy in that profoundly gratifying way she loved so much.  The ambiance as well had a certain rustic charm to it she rather liked.

The princesses themselves, had anyone asked, would have reported a markedly less positive 'magic spring' experience, and might also have noted that enhanced beauty and longevity were not all that helpful when one was digested within a few hours of acquiring them.  But of course, few of the wonders of Felarya are without a trade-off of some sort.