Raven Has A Dragon Feast

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Raven had vowed to be a pacifist dragonborn.  And she had a better idea of how to beat the dragons without absorbing their souls. . .
The Argonian roamed the land, searching for dragon burial mounds.  Today, she was looking for one near The Rift known as “Autumnshade Woods”.  There, she was certain, she would find a dragon.
And she was right.  When she reached the burial mount, there was one of the beasts, lying in wait for her!  “Dragonborn!” the frost dragon bellowed, flying up in the air, “prepare to meet your doom!”
Raven smiled, and used the Dragonrend Shout: “JOOR ZAH FRUL!”  The shout hit its target, and the frost dragon found himself landing against his will, right in front of the dragonborn!
“What is the meaning of this?!” the dragon exclaimed.
“Simple,” Raven said, walking up to him.  “I’m going to claim my prize, and convince you to stop fighting.”
“And how, pray tell, will you do that?” the frost beast sneered.
The Argonian didn’t reply.  She simply stopped in front of the frost dragon’s head, licked her lips, and opened her mouth wide.
Without warning, the beast got his head shoved into her maw, and he squirmed as her tongue danced over his scales.  “W. . . What is the meaning of this?!” the dragon bellowed, trying to pull his head back out.  But Raven’s grip held strong, and she continued tasting the beast.
“Mmmm, you have a great flavor!” the Argonian teased her meat.  “Now, let’s send you down where you belong, shall we?”
“No, no, you can’t. . .!”
/Gulp!/  Raven sucked the tip of the dragon’s head into her throat, creating an enormous bulge that could be easily seen from the outside.  The frost dragon felt the esophagus tighten around his face.  Wait a minute. . . Could he not get out anymore?!  He tried to pull himself up and out, and found his worst fears to be confirmed: the throat’s grip was far to strong, and he was trapped.  Oh no. . .
Raven smiled.  She could tell her prey was submitting to his fate.  And so, she lapped up the rest of his head and swallowed it down, putting all of his face down in her throat.  After that, she moved onto the dragon’s long neck, tasting it leisurely.
The frost dragon’s mind was racing as he tried to think of a way out of this.  He tried once again to pull his head up and out of the throat, but it was far to tight around him, so he couldn’t move.  He was surely trapped now, wasn’t he?  He felt the dragonborn sucking in more and more of his neck, sending him deeper down the esophagus.  Below, he could hear a faint growling noise, and a shiver ran through the beast.  Could that be. . .?
Raven savored her prey, loving every single inch of him as she sucked in more and more of the dragon’s long neck.  When she reached his shoulders and wings, he finally reached his destination.
The frost dragon had been traveling down the length of the throat, but suddenly, his head slid into a new space with a loud /pop!/  The beast blinked and looked around, trying to access where exactly he was.  A loud /grooooooowl/ greeted him, and he saw pink walls surrounding this circular chamber, all dripping with juices.  This was. . .!
“NO!” the frost dragon screamed.  Now that his face was free, he could talk again, and he wasn’t going to hold himself back.  “Somebody GET  ME OUT OF HERE!  I will NOT be put in the dragonborn’s stomach like mere meat!”
Raven chuckled.  “So prideful,” she teased her prey.  “We’ll have to work on getting that out of you once you’re in my gut, now won’t we?”
“NEVER!” the beast exclaimed.  “I will NEVER be in your belly, dragonborn!”
“We shall see about that,” the Argonian mused.  “We shall see indeed. . .”
She swallowed more of her food, sucking up his wingtips and chest in a single motion.  As a result, more of the frost dragon was crammed into her belly, which gurgled and grunted around the food.  The beast tried once more to think of a way out, but there was none.  However, he wasn’t going to just go down without a fight.
He writhed and thrashed inside of the stomach, and got an idea.  Maybe if he gave the dragonborn some tummy troubles, he would be spit out!  It was worth a shot, wasn’t it?
And so he continued to fight, moving this way and that as he tried to get himself thrown back up.  As he did this, Raven made her way down her prey’s body, swallowing more of his chest and wings, and as a result, more of him landed in the stomach, expanding its size enormously.  It grew bigger and bigger, and soon, the Argonian had to take off her elven chest armor because of her giant gut!  It was getting amazingly large. . .
The frost dragon kept trying, hoping with each thrash that this time, somehow, would be the one that set him free.  But it never happened.  And as Raven reached his foot paws, she spilled the beans, teasing her prey and saying, “Man, you’re giving me such a good inner belly massage right now!  Thanks for the help. . . Every time you squirm, it feels amazing!  Ha ha!”
The beast’s heart sank.  So all his struggling . . . all his fighting . . . had been for NOTHING?  And even worse, it was giving the predator . . . PLEASURE?!  He groaned and gave up, leaning against the belly walls.  There was nothing more he could do, and that statement had really drained his energy.  He was finished.
Raven, feeling this, smiled and gulped down the dragon’s foot paws, feeling them slip down her throat.  Now only his tail was left for her to swallow, and she lingered on it, licking up that crisp, icy flavor of the frost dragon’s.  Then, she sucked up his tail like a spaghetti noodle, slurping it up in one smooth motion, and a final /GULP/ sent it down to her stomach.
The frost dragon watched as the last of him settled in the belly.  Great.  This was just great. . .
The Argonian sat on the ground and patted her exceptionally large gut.  “Goodness, you were such a tasty morself!” she teased.  “The perfect size for a big afternoon lunch!”
“Shut it, dragonborn!” the beast shouted.
“And I’m not letting you out—”
“What?!” the frost dragon exclaimed desperately.  “You’re not letting me out?!”
“Let me finish.  As I was saying, and I’m not letting you out /until/ you promise to defect from Alduin’s side and stop terrorizing Skyrim.”
“Hmm.”  The frost dragon pondered for a moment.  So that was his only option, then. . . “I will think on it, Dragonborn.”
“Good,” Raven said.  “Do that.”
“DRAGONBORN!  YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED!”
The Argonian jumped at the new voice, and looked up to see a blood dragon in the skies above.  “You may have bested one of Alduin’s comrades,” the beast continued, her fangs barred, “but you haven’t bested me!”
“We shall see about that,” Raven said.  She used the Dragonrend Shout: “JOOR ZAH FRUL!”
It hit her target head-on, and the blood dragon immediately landed, going down on the ground with her back turned toward the Argonian.  “How dare you use the Dragonrend shout!” she exclaimed.  “Such dirty mortal tricks!”
Raven chuckled.  “What can I say, ‘dirty mortal tricks’ get results.  And speaking of that . . . I just had my lunch.  So now, I think it’s time for dinner.”
“D. . . Dinner?” the blood dragon asked, frowning.  “W-What on earth do you mean by. . .?!”
The Argonian reached out and grabbed the dragon’s tail.  Then, she stuck the tip of it inside of her mouth.
The frost dragon had a crisp, icy taste.  The blood dragon had a rich one, like a medium rare cut of meat, and Raven savored it greatly.  “Mmmmm,” she mused.  “You’re such a tasty treat for me, blood dragon.  I can’t wait to get you in my belly. . .”
The blood dragon had felt something wet on the top of her tail, but it wasn’t until she heard Raven’s words that she decided to turn around.  To her horror, she saw that her tail was inside of the Argonian’s mouth. . . She was being eaten alive right now!”  “N. . . NO!” the dragon screeched, getting ready to fly away.  But before she could, Raven sucked up all of her tail, just like the predator had done with the frost dragon.  As a result, the blood dragon found herself lodged in the Argonian’s tight throat, unable to escape this predicament.  And her tail was still traveling down Raven’s esophagus. . .
The frost dragon was still squirming around in the stomach when he felt something hit his head from above.  Confused, he looked up, and saw that there was a scaly tail at the top of the belly.  It took him a minute to realize what this meant: someone else was being eaten by the dragonborn!  And there already wasn’t a lot of space in the stomach, so this would be a really tight fit. . .
The blood dragon was frantically trying to think of a way of escaping this scenario, but she was already packed inside of the dragonborn, so she couldn’t escape.  That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try, though: she pulled with all her might, trying to get her tail up and out of the Argonian, but nothing she did worked.
Raven smiled as her prey tried to escape—it really was quite cute, all the effort that the blood dragon was putting into attempting to get out of this situation.  But there was no way out, and the predator knew it.  She calmly licked and swallowed her prey’s footpaws, then made her way up the dragon’s body, gulp by gulp.
As she sucked in more of her meat, more of the blood dragon traveled down to her gut, squeezing in next to the frost dragon, who whimpered as more food came in.  The walls were already so tight and claustrophobic in this belly, and somebody else inside would only make things even worse. . .
The blood dragon tried to resist being swallowed whole, but she couldn’t escape.  And so, her midsection was sucked down with her wing tips, then the middle of her body, then her chest, along with the last of both her wings.  Soon, only her long neck and head were left to eat!
Raven smirked and sucked in the neck in one smooth motion.  “See ya, food,” she whispered to her meat.  And with that, she sucked in the blood dragon’s head, tasted it, and gulped it down.
The frost dragon watched as more and more of the blood dragon came down into the belly, until the second beast was fully inside.  The two dragons exchanged a look.  They were both trapped now. . .
And so, the two beasts were now inside of the Argonian’s big, hungry belly.  It grumbled and growled around them, squeezing them both nice and tight.  “Now as I told your frosty friend,” Raven said, “I’m not letting you out until you defect from Alduin’s side, and agree to stop terrorizing Skyrim.  What do you say?”
“I will do no such thing!” the blood dragon. Exclaimed.
The Argonian chuckled.  “Then I guess you’ll be staying there for a while, then.   Have fun!”
The blood dragon looked at the frost dragon.  “It seems the dragonborn is quite serious about this,” she noted.
“I agree,” her comrade said.
She nodded.  “Let’s think about what to do, then.”
And so, as the belly squeezed around then, the two pieces of prey tried to formulate a plan. . .