The tavern had been one of the shadiest in town, but it had the added benefit that, unlike less open minded establishments, the drow adventurers were actually welcome there. Of course, they had been asked to pay for their drinks in advance, until they had proven they actually had gold. Only to then be tested if they were badass enough to actually hold on to it. Another patron, an ork, thought it was a good idea to bully the four drow adventurers into ‘handing it over’. But he made the mistake of thinking he could add a good rape to the tally, when Ily used her suggestive wiles on him. That got him distracted long enough for Ako to crush his knee with a mighty kick, followed by her knee to his groin. The rest of the establishment found that surprisingly amusing, the ork, not so much, especially as he was subsequently looted and thrown out to the street by what seemed to be the bouncers. With that out of the way, no one had bothered them much, except to serve them the overpriced piss they sold for ale, and a soup full of spicy, yet unidentifiable ingredients. "If you girls are looking for jobs in the area, you should talk to the guy with the big hat over there. Good money for the not so faint-hearted." "Will do." Ola had answered the barkeep, then approached the shady quest-giver. Ola declined the offered jobs. Escort duty. She didn't feel like spending hours on the road for a meager amount of gold. "Don't you have something better?" "You mean, some high risk, high reward situation? Well, ... I might, if you'd be willing to show your commitment with an advance investment for my efforts. Information isn't free, you know..." Reluctantly the drow had given him the money, along with the promise to take it back violently if the information wasn't worth it. "There's a winged monster, up in the mountains. Good reward for slaying it, too. Now nobody has heard of any attacks, but it has been seen. You know, the duke can charge less way-duty if the merchants are scared and take the long way around by boat, so his majesty just wants it gone. But here's the thing. I know from a trustworthy source that that beast actually has gold and gemstones hoarded in its cave. And, for a little fee, I can provide you with just the armor enchantment you need..." A few days later, the group of drow were up in the mountains, approaching a cave entrance. "Peace of cake, looks just like home in there." Ily joked. "What if it's too big for us?" Ako seemed to have doubts. "What, scared of a little drake?" Ily giggled. "Besides with those enchantments on our garments, we should be near invincible." "They were expensive enough. Still, we weren’t allowed to wear any steel, if it doesn’t, these won't help a whole lot." Ola responded, pointing at the sexy but flimsy outfit they were wearing. "Better get some spells ready, just in case." "I'm always ready." Emi responded, with a grin. She had her spellbook at hand and a few things already memorized. Her heart was beating with excitement, but she wasn't afraid, after all this was a cave. They had a natural advantage. The cavern led into a network of natural tunnels, which led deeper into the mountain, apparently carved by water from melting snow in the spring. Dropstones had formed on the ceiling and floor, and an occasional underground pond made the mountain cave feel quite welcoming. Glowmoss and other cave flora grew in the depth of the caverns. Ily plucked a glowing mushroom and started eating. "Hey, don't get high on glowshrooms now." Ola told her off. She just giggled and tried to keep the mushroom out of her companions' reach. "Shhh. I think there is something there." Ako interrupted them, pointing ahead. The tunnel turned, then opened into a large cavern. In the middle of it something glistened in the dim light of glow crystals, high above on the ceiling. Ola was agape "By Ghaunadaur! That's .... that's..." "Gold!" Ily noted and almost started running towards the pile. "Wait. Let's be careful, the beast might be nearby." Ola warned her. They carefully observed their surroundings, but everything remained silent, so they kept walking towards the middle of the cavern. "Are those diamonds?" Emi whispered, having a closer look at the loot. "And rubies. Those are definitely rubies." Ola explained. There were also gold coins. Buckets full in a neat pile. Emi stopped to pick one up. It had an engraving of a dwarven king and some inscriptions that looked very very ancient. "Should have brought a bigger backpack..." Ilya complained about the practical difficulty of looting a horde, busy stuffing the gemstones into her backpack. A sound from the other side of the cave caused them all to freeze and turn. "THIEVES! THIS GOLD IS NOT YOURS!" Moira had watched the intruders long enough. All four tried to see who had spoken. The part of the cave was pitch black. A darkness not even their drow vision could pierce, which was weird, considering the crystals above should have given enough light. Then a maw spiked with giant dagger-like fangs emerged from the darkness, an ominous sight that instantly sent a chill down everyone’s spines. The creature jumped towards them. It was huge. Wings that seemed to encompass the whole cave, driving a strong gust of air and dust their way. She landed right in front of the adventurers, slamming her winged arms into the ground. A thundering tremor echoed through the cave, along with her mighty roar to further intimidate the adventurers. If they were smart, they'd have been running now. Ideally in different directions. That way at least some of them would have made it. Moira did her best to appear as impressive as she could, and on the usual group of adventurers that worked. But, drow weren't easily intimidated. Instead, the group stood closer together. The one with the sword lifted it towards the great wyvern. Moira tried to discern what kind of magical enchantment the weapons might have. The spell on the armor she knew all too well. The sword had either no magic at all, or at the off chance, it was something so sophisticated that it eluded her senses. She did sense Emi, trying a spell on her. An entanglement using spider silk. Of course, they were drow. Moira's eyes flashed bright as she countered it, and a net of invisible silk burst into smoke around her before it could even touch her. With a grin she lunged forward and snapped her fangs shut around the tall one. Pinning the arms of the drow to her body, poor Ola dropped her sword, and it fell to the ground with a ringing clatter. No enchantment there. Good! The pretty one with the daggers came rushing towards the great wyvern, but didn't ever see the swipe of her winged claw. Moira felt little resistance from Ily's garment, nor from the drow within. The armor spell on it did nothing. Nothing at all, against Moira at least. Her claws went right through and sent Ilya tumbling through the air in pieces, an expression of shock and disbelief in her face. Still conscious, she recognized her arms, legs, hip and torso all fly separate ways, no longer connected to her head. Of course her garment had nothing to hold on to, so by the way the drow hit the ground in pieces, they were bare and naked, her breasts quivering and bouncing. Similarly her hips kept twitching, her leg stumps kicking in a few reflexes as if to seduce one final victim. Sadly, she herself was the only one who got to enjoy the view as long as she lasted. Moira had a squirming drow in her maw, facing one more fighter, while the spellweaver was still baffled that her casting had not worked. Ako assumed a defensive stance, eyeing the great wyvern's claws, but she had not seen her pointy tail tip whipping around behind her. Moira turned and pulled it in like a fishing hook, impaling the drow female right between her legs. She could feel her tail slide all the way through the drow, like a slippery worm, and out her mouth, silencing her scream. Moira could feel Ako tense up and squeeze, all around her tail. Her arms had risen up to grasp the tail tip that now protruded from her mouth. Then she started a shiver that turned into a rhythmic pulse. Ako dropped to her knees, quivering, squirming and convulsing upon the wyvern’s tail. Finally she arched, and her eyes went upward while her legs gave way into a tremble. One final hard clench, then a shiver. Moira felt a wetness on her tail, then the drow went limp and slipped off and onto the cave ground, still weakly twitching. A knowing grin played over Moira’s lips, but the show wasn't over yet. Ola was still kicking helplessly, with the legs dangling out of Moira's maw, while her upper body squirmed wetly on her tongue. Moira flicked her neck upwards, letting go. For a second Ola was flying through the air, then Moira roasted her with an impressive display of dragon breath. The flame-thrower-like stream did not just suspend the flailing warrior in midair, it also burned her hair and garments off, while her dark drow skin quickly turned a delicious, sizzling brown in a matter of seconds. The stream stopped as abruptly as it started, and Moira caught her now cooked morsel as she dropped down. She stared right at the last one, Emi, as she ended Ola’s agony by biting through. Savoring the delicious midsection, she chewed and gulped, while Ola’s lower body and everything above the chest dropped to the floor, motionless. She didn’t seem to feel it anymore. The show had the intended effect on the spell caster. No more fighting. "P... pretty dragoness... please don't kill me. Don't you want to have some fun with me?" Emi tried to plead for her life, while bouncing her breasts in an almost comical way, posing as if to present her meat for her. Moira was puzzled, was the drow trying to offer herself as meal? Or was she trying to seduce her? It was such a pathetic display she wasn't even sure. But her intimidating glare did not waver. "KNEEL!" the great wyvern commanded. Emi dropped to her knees, trembling. "UNDRESS!" Moira spoke, but didn't even wait for Emi to comply. Instead she ripped the flimsy but erotic garments of the drow with a pluck of her claw. Emi gasped and shivered, while Moira enjoyed the mouth watering sight. "What... what now?" She dared to ask. Moira's glare turned into a not less intimidating mischievous smile. Then her eyes lit up. "𝔗𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔥 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔢!" "What? I ... aaaaah...." Emi quivered, as a weird magic took hold of her body. It was so overwhelming, even the thought of resisting was impossible. Oddly enough it felt almost pleasant as a tingling, hot sensation spread through her, from the core outwards. It left her sensitive and slightly numb at the same time. All of a sudden she became aware how mouth wateringly delicious her body was to the creature in front of her. How tasty her arms, her legs, her breasts, even the fleshy tongue she licked her delicious lips with. A moan escaped her, and she posed like a delicious dish, presented on a platter. The thought of being devoured, like her friend before her, suddenly felt like the most fulfilling fate, as if she was made for just this moment. "Oh you were right, my delicious little drow. This IS more fun." Moira commented, chuckling. "Don't you want to make yourself even more delicious for me?" Emi had been too obsessed with the thought of getting devoured to even think of that. But the moment the thought was seeded in her mind, it immediately got to work coming up with delicious ways. "Oh! Oh yes... yes, you could roast me... like you did to Ola..." "Yesss, I would like that." Moira agreed. "How would you like to look as a roast?” Emi eagerly assumed a hogtie position, putting her arms behind her back, her rump pouting out, and her mouth agape, just ready to stick an apple in. Too bad they didn't have an apple. "Cook me...." Emi whimpered. Moira conjured her dragon breath and blew it over Emi's back, just close enough to have her feel the heat. She squirmed and moaned, imagining herself roasting. Moira teased her some more, making sure she got nice and hot, until finally she blew her flames right on Emi's delicious rump, letting it sizzle. Emi had expected it to hurt. She didn't really care, after all it was to become even more delicious for the dragoness, but she hadn't expected it to be so pleasantly stimulating. A wave of heat went all around and through her, while she felt her skin tense and harden. It felt as if her skin became a delicious, crunchy, shell that she was being baked within. Her skin sizzled and oozed, an almost tickling sensation that turned her on so bad she could barely breathe. Moira made sure not to burn her delicious willing meal, but directed her fire over various parts of the tasty drow, making sure she got her thighs and legs just as well roasted as her belly and teats. That was something Emi seemed to enjoy a lot. She squirmed, as her nipples turned brown and crisp, while her teats fatty insides melted, bloated her breasts and started oozing through the cracks in her brown skin. Her arms and shoulders were soon a deep dark brown, but they were still trembling and twitching. "Do you feel delicious now?" Moira asked her meal as she considered her darkened enough. There was no hair left on Emi's head, and her ears had acquired charred tips. Emi moaned and shivered, barely able to move her roasted body, held in shape by her crispy skin. She could smell and taste herself, the scent of her own roasted meat near irresistible. The heat from her own meat still kept cooking her from the inside, turning her tongue slightly numb but also so flavourful. She didn't even need to eat herself to taste herself. She was all Moira's "Oh.... oh yes.... eat me... aaaaaaahhhh". A delicious moan escaped Emi, as she felt the wyvern's tail invade her rear, squeezing meat juices from her roasted pussy as she was impaled, not unlike Ako had been. Except this time, the tail curled up inside its victim, allowing Moira to lift her tasty treat like a shashlik. "Mhmm, you look tasty. Which part of you should I sample first?" Moira asked seductively. Emi squirmed. Her legs spread apart, partially because she wanted to expose herself, partially just because gravity pulled them apart but she couldn't stretch them. She felt her crispy roasted skin tear ever so slightly, exposing her cooked meat to the chilly cave air, along with a wave of steam and delicious flavors. Emi did manage to wave in Moira's direction with her roasted foot, and Moira took up the hint, extended her tongue and wrapped it around Emi's leg. Slowly she pulled, straightening the cooked flesh, not caring that muscles and tendons were too weak to sustain that. Emi's rump and thighs were cooked juicy and through, and she felt herself almost literally come off her own bones. Moira slurped that leg in, until her lips touched Emi's roasted pussy and her own tail, then she squeezed her lips together, feeling the ripping sensation in Emi's cooked body and a slight pop, as her thigh finally came off her hip. Emi quivered and moaned. The sensations were too much and she came, even though all the wetness between her thighs were now meat juices, she still dripped down - unto Moira's outstretched tongue. Emi watched Moira chew, then gulp down what used to be her leg. A cool breeze on her exposed meat was all she could feel, where it once had been. Somehow she had managed to flex her cooked arms, even though it nearly popped her shoulders. She was touching her molten breasts and her crispy, sensitive pussy, feeling the cracked skin of her nether lips give under her fingers, causing the juices of her once puffy lips ooze out. Moira couldn't resist and licked right between Emi's legs. Or well, next to her one remaining one. Her rough tongue pulled away bits of roasted pussy, and then she added her lips and sucked the rest of the tender roasted meat up into her mouth and pulled it away, turning Emi in a squirming, orgasmic wreck as she felt her pussy melt and vanish literally between her fingers in one hell of a kiss. Moira did her part to prolong that state by nibbling on her meal, eating her appendages one by one. By the time Emi was coherent enough for sentient thoughts again, Moira had eaten both her legs, both her arms, and was just looking at her greatly reduced self now with a mixture of hunger and curiosity. Emi gulped. In an odd clear moment she realized that this was it. If Moira ate much more of her, there just wouldn't be anything left of her. She was oddly OK with that, wanting nothing more than being tasted and devoured by the great wyvern, but that didn't mean a tiny bit of existential dread didn't creep into her thoughts. "Relax. It won't hurt." Moira promised. She gently supported Emi's body with her winged claw, then pulled her tail out of her favorite dish, once more sending her into a series of tasty shivers. Then she took a bite. Emi now ended at the waist, panting heavily. Then Moira took another bite. Emi moaned and quivered, spewing meat juices from her severed midsection, just below her ribcage. She closed her eyes, waiting for the next. She felt herself once more suckled into this hungry maw, and the tongue and gums squeezed her breasts and pushed the meat juices out of them and onto Moira's tongue. Emi gasped a final time, then felt the sharp teeth go through her neck like butter. With a cracking sensation, her spine broke, and her chest vanished in the hungry dragon maw. Emi was just a head now. She could no longer talk, or breathe. It was an odd calm sensation, with no body, with no needs, just the mouth watering deliciousness of her very mouth itself, and the delicious scent of her roasted nose. Moira nibbled the roasted ears of her head. "You were delicious!" She told her. Then she wrapped her lips around Emi’s head as for a kiss and sucked her in. Emi was happy as she was pulled into the great wyvern's maw. Strong, hard teeth embraced her. Moira squeezed her jaws together and felt the head pop like a ripe cherry, filling her mouth with delicious flavor which she savored and chewed before finally gulping down. Emi’s senses became overwhelmed by flavor, as her tongue and sense of taste became one with the delicious mush in Moira’s maw. She had no body anymore, she was only delicious dragon food pulp everywhere and nowhere at once. All around Moira’s tongue and soon, down her gullet. But she had a purpose, to sate the dragon's insatiable appetite. Moira sighed, happily. What a pleasant meal. She returned the gemstones to her horde, then devoured what was left of the remaining drow. Tasty, but certainly not as tasty as willing meat.