The Dragonborn Dines On Dragons: Part 2 (Patreon Exclusive)

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You smile and rubbed your enormous, dragon-filled belly, happy to have such a large feast.  “Now there’s only one thing left to do,” you tease your prey.

“Oh?” one of the dragons nervously calls from within.  “And what is that, Dragonborn?  Are you going to release us from this prison?”

“Ha!  Not a chance,” you reply, smirking.  “No, I plan to digest you beasts, and rid Skyrim of your infestation once and for all.”

Immediately, cries of surprise and fear sound from the dragons in your belly.  “Preposterous!” one exclaimed.  “You can’t do that, Dragonborn!”

“I can and I will,” you sneer, remembering Alduin as you rub your gut.  “Now enjoy being broken down into chyme~!  I know I’ll certainly have a lot of fun.”

The beasts in your belly immediately react, struggling and writhing around inside.  You laugh and sigh contentedly, enjoying the inner belly rubs--man, does that feel good.  And soon, digestion will begin, too. . .

A moment later, it happens: your stomach lets out a low grumble, and then, juices drip down from the walls, covering the dragons in acids.  They let out screams of pain and surprise, and you laugh gleefully, enjoying the moment.  Their struggles increase in your gut, which only speeds up digestion and makes you enjoy the inner massage.  Smiling, you continue running your hands across your belly, and just relax.

In the gut, the liquids start to pool at the bottom, covering the dragon’s tails and it begins to rise.  Then, your stomach groans, and releases more juices, filling up the pool and making their scales start to chip off.

This process continues for quite a while: the dragons try to fight their fate, but get nowhere, and the acids continue to fall from the walls.  Finally, the juices are up to the dragons’ heads, and their struggles have stopped altogether.  You realize that they must have lost their energy thanks to the digestive enzymes, which makes you smirk.

“See you later,” you say to your prey.  “I can’t wait to shit you out~!”

One by one, the dragons fall over and become unconscious inside of you.  As the last one passes out, the digestive process truly begins.

You smile and lean back, relaxing.  You feel quite tired yourself, so you lie down on the grass and go to sleep

When you wake up, your belly has shrunk down significantly, and has returned to its normal size.  Plus, you have a big urge to take a shit. . .

Smiling, you stand up and walk to the Word Wall of Lost Tongue Pass.  After pulling down your pants and undergarments, you take a dump.

Brown poop leaves you ass in huge loads--you shit out quite a lot, because you had such a huge feast.  Scales are mixed in with the remains, and the pile of brown excrement gets larger and larger the more you stand there.  Scales of various colors fall into the waste, and once you are finally finished, you feel /very/ satisfied.

You pull up your pants and stare at the huge pile.  “Thanks for the meal,” you say, smirking.  “You were delicious~!”

And with that, you walk off, already pondering who your next feast should be.