The much anticipated finale (for now) of this fun little trilogy getting to know Chandra. On a lonely road, a little trading band will meet a beast no traveller ever hopes to encounter, huge, scaly, and eager to carry them off to her lair...

Originally I was going to call it The Inn: Chandra, but that seemed too obvious.


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“Damn” Ralph exclaimed, not for the first time that day, a turn in the road revealing, just more road. Admittedly road was a kind word, it was more a beaten track. Wide enough for carts, not that they had one, not anymore.
“Relax… we already knew it was likely to take two days to get there” Liza, his companion gave the frustrated man a nudge, moving to a tree by the road. Forest surrounded them, she noted bitterly. She hated camping in forests… she felt so, surrounded “maybe it’s time to call it quits for the night… we’re all tired”
Ralph spat to the road, but offered no objection, so she waved down their… bodyguard turned pack mule. The mercenary went by Rick. He was a professional, that was all she cared about. They didn’t like him, he didn’t care about them, only the coins they paid him. It was purely business. He helped them feel safe at night, their travelling gave him job security. Or it had. He was more quiet than normal, which wasn’t saying much. He knew well enough they’d be, ending his service at the next village. She would have worried about him robbing them now that the job was over, if they had anything worth taking. Oddly convenient really. They couldn’t afford to keep him, but that also meant they didn’t have anything worth taking if he was annoyed.
Their packs at least, weren’t that heavy these days… though that was decidedly bittersweet. Rick set to putting up their sole tent… for the sake of fairness, it was spread between a cluster of trees, forming a roof of sorts they could all sleep beneath. She took the time to approach Ralph, rolling her hands over his shoulders, taking off his pack and stroking along his exposed back “relax, we get there tomorrow, we sell what we can. It’ll be rough going for a while, but we’re canny enough to make it”
“Yeah…” he sighed, leaning into her attention “I guess travelling with just you and me might… have its perks, at least, hmm?”
She gave him a shove, chuckling “you wish”
“Oh, just wishing, am I?” he turned his head, some of his playful side finally back on his face “you forget how we met, milady…”
She rolled her eyes “oh, the irony of fate… you had more chance of getting lucky as a customer than as my companion…”
He shook his head, scooping up his pack “ah well… I got some dried meat from the last village. Gods knows what it is… but it looked fresh. Nice and salty too”
She sighed, considering how divine that sounded, just a few delicious chunks strewn amid the meagre stew they’d manage tonight, spreading a wealth of flavour amid the gloop… “I won’t ask what you paid for it”

She sorted their bags, helping Rick lay out the thick cloth they used for bedding, frowning how the moss of the forest was already creating wet patches. Meanwhile, Ralph was preparing their dinner, the bubbling water a pleasant sound amid the eerie quiet of the trees. A few tubers laid out beside the fire, ready to be chopped. He scattered a few herbs he had gathered from around them into the water, filing their little corner of the woods with an earthy, aromatic hint amid the grimy smell of the wild.
Lisa sighed, sitting down on the driest patch of the sheet she could find, resting her feet. It wasn’t much, but, the little luxuries were divine.
The serene moment, carved into the hassle of the day, didn’t last long. She was just contemplating getting up, being still putting a chill into her, when a new sound began to echo, deep and ominous through the air around them… it was, a thump, it was, routine, getting louder. She’d never heard anything like it before… but, there was one option that sprung to mind. Ralph clearly had thought of it too. In a moment his hands were on the pot, turning it over, boiling water dousing the fire in a cloud of steam, his ingredients thrown hastily into the pan before it was thrust in his bag, her companion joining her under the tree cover. Travellers were always told, to beware thuds, distant and high… for it could be dragon wings… She grabbed up what she could, stuffing it into her bag, in case they had to run, or move deeper into the trees, but, for the moment, they stayed still, very still… The best option was it wasn’t a dragon… second best, that it didn’t see them, or smell them, or know they were there. So, they stayed cautious and still, as the beating sound got closer, and stopped.
The trees creaked around her as a weight hit the tent above, snapping the cords holding it to the tree, the weight… the, grasping weight coming down upon her, surrounding her entirely in the tent as she screamed, pushing out and feeling… the grip tighten, it felt like digits... thick and heavy, they scooped her up, the tent bagging her. Outside she heard the other two crying out, but their voices didn’t grow distant, or ebb… even as seconds passed… she had to assume it had grabbed them too… Suddenly the grip scooped beneath her body, and a surge jolted her, the beating sound resuming, but even closer. She cursed her luck, and curled up in a ball, her bag digging into her chest as she was held in the talons of the beast… so much for a nice dinner… now they’d get to be meaty chunks in this dragon’s diet… greedy thing, she could feel it straining to carry them… something in the beating sounded so, laboured. But she didn’t dare fight anymore… falling to her death, alone, sounded even worse…

She wasn’t sure how long they flew for; the shock of the whole event was messing with her head… she was getting claustrophobic in the dark of her cloth prison. But, she noticed when the wingbeats seemed to, change… they became rapid, and sharp, before she felt the pressure of the talons release, moments before her back hit the ground, slightly padded through the sheets, but wherever she landed was hard… she could tell that much. She pushed out around herself, shaking off the cloth, her panic rising with the frightening anticipation of the end. Her mood not helped by the thuds that surged through the ground beneath her… she guessed the dragon had landed.
Finally, Lisa pushed free of the cloth, finding herself in a cavern, or a tunnel. It went deep, she couldn’t see an end. The other direction was more daunting through. She could only make out a dark shape of dragon, the setting sun behind the beast. But one glance and she was backing away. The unknown of the cave at least offered a delay. To her left and right were her companions, their bags laying by their feet, they seemed to be having the same idea as her. Forgetting her things, tossing her bag down she ran, Ralph and Rick overtaking her in their own flee. She could hear the dragon behind them… quick, heavy steps, then a stop, before it began coming after them again. She didn’t think of why, she had only one thought, getting away.
Deeper, she could just about make out the cavern widened, and, she saw light… it puzzled her, but, dragons breathed fire, if the legends were to be believed… Either way, curiosity was far from the forefront of her mind, although, as with her companions, it began to creep forward when they burst into the cavern space. It was, far from what she expected.
There were two things in the cavern she would have never expected to see… first, was a vast junkheap of very human items, and the other… was an Inn. For a cave there was a surprisingly cosy atmosphere. The cave was warm, the music of a single violin playing a soothing if lively tune drifting in the vast space. The Inn, for, that seemed to be what it was calling itself, was open on the ground floor, tables and chairs, a wooden floor, the tables spilling out onto the stone. There were seven or eight patrons sitting around… drinking, a surprisingly young man behind the bar, chatting with an energetic couple, the male of the pair laughed, he had quite the lungs… it echoed over the music. Lisa could see now, against the far wall of the little establishment was the bard, turning and prancing as he played his merry tune. Above the awning into the place, was a long, wide board, with the name scratched in, in… slightly wonky letters, “The Chandra Inn”.
The innkeeper seemed to excuse himself from his conversation, coming around the bar to approach them, offering a gracious bow “please, come, first drink is free at the Chandra Inn… relax, you look like you’ve seen a ghost, I…”
He paused, as the thud of dragon footsteps began to near them once more, and all the fear returned over curiosity. Yet, the Innkeeper waved his hands down “Now, now… relax, she’s not going to Hurt you… the dragoness is Chandra, please… come to the bar, sit, drink, first-timers always have questions… trust me, I know that very well”
“I think we died” Ralph muttered
“No” Lisa added “more likely the beast squeezed us too hard, this will be a suffocation driven hallucination”
Once more the Innkeeper bowed before them “I, am her humble servant, by the way, and your host for the evening, you may call me Leon, now please… you’ll have plenty of time to pinch yourselves after your drink”
Lisa and Ralph exchanged a look. Bereft of options, the surreal offer was tempting. The approaching thud of heavy paws helped the decision immensely. The Inn, was away from the approaching dragon. That was enough.
So, they followed Leon, into his establishment, shooting glances back over their shoulders, to see the beast. The dragon was huge… the largest animal any had beheld by a wide margin, gleaming in the firelight, scales a blazing red. She sat herself at the exit tunnel, concerningly blocking it.
“She’s carrying our bags” Ralph observed, his tone very, calm, it hadn’t sunk in, Lisa assumed. But she saw it now, amid the talons of a forepaw, she recognised the colours of their bags.
Once inside the Inn, if they didn’t look behind them, it could have been almost anywhere they had stopped on their travels. The other patrons seemed relaxed enough, it took the edge off their worries.
Close, the bar showed the inexperience of the one who had made it. Far from shoddy, but… rough. The lines weren’t quite straight, the curves weren’t smooth and flowing. A layer of polish promised to protect them from splinters, at least. Leon placed himself across from them as they sat, his exuberance warming them to him a bit.
“Right… house rules. Two drink maximum I’m afraid, first, our supply up here is… limited, secondly… tempting as it would be to get drunk out of your minds right now, it’s not really that wise to lose all your wits in a dragon’s den, sure you can appreciate that… also…” his smile flickered… a little more forced “well… too drunk and people start wandering off… just stay in the cave and you’ll be fine, I need you to remember that” He shrugged a shoulder “anyway, those rules are just for alcohol, and the first one is free. We have other things, the water we get up here is dragon-carried from the mountain peak, pure and clean as anything… I have some cordials… drinks are limited. You can get a good meal though, and a warm bed, free of charge”
Ralph drummed his fingers on the bar “look, you seem a nice kid, but… please, enough of the innkeeper lines, that’s really not what I want to know right now”
Leon sighed “I get it… drink first though, let me just get you some ale, huh? Easy and simple” he poured a drink for each of his three new guests, passing them to shaking hands before sitting himself “right… long story you can get from her, short version… Chandra likes humans, we fascinate her. So, you’re safe, really, she won’t eat you. Two rules, do not, touch her things” he gestured out, to the junkheap deeper into the cavern “and don’t attack her or any of her guests… those two rules will get you eaten. The deal here is simple” Leon gave them a wry smile “Every night, she goes flying, plucks up people like you off the roadside. Very innocent, here you get a nice warm meal, drink, a free room. Enjoy our little Inn in the mountains, with a bouncer nobody, no bandit no predator, nothing, will dare mess with, if she catches a bard, we get music. Much better than sleeping by the road… there is, of course, a price, you’ll be glad to hear”
Lisa cocked her head, sipping her drink… not bad “why should we be glad to hear that?”
Leon shot her a grin that disquieted her “I don’t know about you, but I feel safer around a dragoness, when I know what she gets out of the deal… wouldn’t being oblivious to that be very, scary?”
She nodded mutely, and he continued “As I said, she is interested in us. The price of all this, is entertaining her. Stories of your travels, or better yet, showing her something she hasn’t seen before, and telling her its purpose… how it’s made, anything. She laps it up like a starved puppy”
He gestured over behind them, and they looked… the dragoness had gotten closer, her muzzle right by the entrance. Glowing eyes watching them.
“When you feel ready, take a table near the edge, that’s the signal to her that you’re prepared to talk to her”
“What about leaving?” Ralph pressed
“On your own, inadvisable” Leon noted “come morning, she will gladly put you right back where she found you. Unless you want to stay longer… we’re mostly a one-night thing, if you wish to stay longer, you need to start giving her things. If she bores of you, she’ll just pluck you up whether you like it or not one morning, and put you back”
“How do you know she really returns people, hmm? Doesn’t just eat us behind the corner?”
He chuckled a bit “returning customers. Besides, I know her. She’s sweet…” he hesitated “for the record, if you see a bigger, purple dragoness… she is not your friend. That one, will eat you. So just stay, relax, you’re safe here, and tomorrow you can continue on your merry way”
Lisa sipped her drink again, it was warming, and her panic had burned itself out… she was almost feeling safe “hard to believe this is really happening… we really get all that, just for talking to a dragon?”
Leon shrugged “it’s not much… the beds are here, the food is largely things she catches, the drink, well… that’s little harder… but not too much. This is her hobby. Think about it… in terms of scale. Supporting an Inn isn’t that much effort for one as huge as she, and it makes her happy”
He leaned a bit closer, his voice lowering “and honestly… this is one of the less impactful ways for me to get her a human fix. I mean… come on, to her this is like cobbling together a shed and letting stray cats sleep in it while she feeds them… it’s not much weirder than anything humans do, just… looks bigger from our perspective”
Lisa leaned back, admittedly enjoying the warmth, the drink… the gentle atmosphere of the place… the music just about drowned out the deep and heavy breathing of their massive host, somewhere out of her view “I guess we lose nothing by trusting you at your word. If this… bizarre thing is true, we… got lucky, in a strange way. If it’s a lie… we’re as doomed as we thought when she was carrying us here, we just one more taste of the good life first”
Ralph groaned beside her, sighing heavily “yeah… guess it’s pretty easy to give you the benefit or the doubt when there’s nothing we can do if the worst case is true… all right, so, how about this warm meal you mentioned? We were just starting cooking when she got us”
A grin took Leon again “our speciality is steak. Not surprising seeing as an obligate carnivore brings in all our food, you’ll find little else but meat here, honestly… I’m working on that, but hey, it’s a bit of luxury on the road, right? I hear that a lot from our patrons”
Lisa glanced to Ralph, rolling her eyes… she could see he was sold from the word steak “yeah. Fresh meat spoils very quickly… needs to be dried, or salted, or smoked… it’ll make you sick too if it goes wrong. Fresh meat is… a luxury” She looked over this, Leon… he really was rather young “you sure that’s what we get?”
“Course” Leon waved the comment aside “she brings in a carcass as her meal, I cut what we need, I know our maximum patronage after all… if she can’t find that many, I throw the raw remains down her gullet after the rest of the beast” he looked behind himself “I’ve got things prepared in the kitchen already. We’re still, largely new. Chances are we might try and improve things if it keeps going well… we’re even talking about hiring staff... but… its complicated” Leon offered them a smile “anyway, stay at the bar, or find a table, or go see Chandra, I’ll find you when your food is ready” he nodded to Rick, who had been staying very quiet, before turning and moving through a back door, seemingly into a room carved into the stone.

Once the innkeeper had disappeared, Ralph and Lisa glanced to each other, before taking a moment to look around… there was cheerful conversation, card games being played. That bard was taking a break… seemed to be flirting with a younger girl sitting by herself. It was an odd group… they all seemed to have their own stories from the look of them.
“So, what do you think?” Lisa asked aloud, putting down her earthen mug
“I think we either go along with it or try to escape… escape past a dragon with only the clothes on our backs on some mountainside with no idea where to go… and with the threat of possibly two dragons, who of course know the area well, intent then on catching us for dinner”
“Go along with it, it is” Lisa agreed, though Rick on Ralph’s far side just grunted
They spared him a look, which he briefly returned “I don’t trust this… you can’t trust a dragon, they eat people, remember?”
“I do remember, it’s why I don’t want to piss this one off” Ralph noted testily
Rick rolled a shoulder “do what you want… way I see it, if this is all true, tomorrow you get dropped a short day’s walk from the town where you were leaving me anyway… I’ll decide whether to leave or stay on my own”
Lisa shrugged a shoulder. She didn’t much care whether they ended their little contract a day early, instead looking over to the settled beast. “maybe we should just throw ourselves into it… go say hello to this, Chandra… see if she seems as nice as he says”
Ralph grunted “I’d gladly stay my distance… but, if talking with her is payment for staying… I’m all for keeping her happy…”
Reluctance and nerves returned as they got to their feet, approaching a table, right before the settled head of the large reptile. This, Chandra, had her long-clawed forepaws settled, one upon the other, and her head laid upon both. Invariably her eyes were on they two as they got closer.
“Chandra… is it?” Ralph asked, his voice aiming for pleasant, but coming out very strained. The dragoness either ignored it, or didn’t notice, for she seemed to smile, a low, pleased grating sound coming from her throat.
“I am… and you two are?”
“I’m Lisa” Lisa spoke, sitting into a chair… hot breath gusting along her leg and side was, unsettling… as was watching the nostrils flare and contract… just being beside such a vast reptilian muzzle… even, if there was a beauty to it “He’s Ralph”
She nodded her head towards the inside “and your friend?”
“Rick… he is, not ready… He guards us on our travels… roads can be dangerous”
“They can? My Leon said so… as have others, but I still don’t quite understand…”
“Dragons for one” Ralph noted quietly, nearly choking on his drink when Chandra’s large glowing eyes swivelled to him an instant later
“I see… then he is fortunate I grabbed him before he could, attack… or he would have ridden…mmm, elsewhere”
“It might be why he’s staying over there” Lisa considered gently “We… Ralph and I, we try not to think about, the chance of encountering dragons. He probably has to consider it every day… meeting one he doesn’t need to risk his life fending off… might take a big mental adjustment”
The dragoness rolled a shoulder, losing interest in the absent human, her eyes flicking up and down the pair “you were my last collection of the night… many of the others are known to me… but you, are new… will you tell me why you were nesting by the walking route?”
They exchanged a look, and Ralph tipped his hand to Lisa, inviting her to tell it. She sighed “we, are merchants… traders. We buy and sell from place to place. We were travelling from one village to another. We haven’t come this way in a long time. Normally, we’d sleep on our cart, but we lost it last week. Actually, with the cart we often didn’t have to sleep by the road… normal Inns and such normally find a way of spacing themselves a good day’s travel by horse”
She paused, and Chandra hummed, seeming to consider “you speak, of something to do with the human, currency… Leon has tried to explain it to me before”
“Trading is pretty simple really. Some things are easy to acquire in some places, and hard in others. You trade or buy them where they’re easy to get, because the people there won’t want much in exchange. Then you take it somewhere it’s hard to find, where people will give a lot more to have it. It’s a reliable life if you don’t get yourself conned, get greedy, and are willing to risk the roads”
“Trick is to travel far” Ralph added “finding something new, is the real way to get rich. If it’s an obvious good investment, you’re competing with other traders for supply and demand, if it’s not obvious… you’re risking everything, with everything to lose and everything to gain”
“Let’s not go that deep” Lisa looked to her companion before looking back to the dragoness “but… that’s our story, really. We travel around, doing that for a living…”
Chandra nodded “then… you must see all sorts of amazing human things… and, trade them”
“I… suppose we must” Lisa replied “Not, that I know what you would consider amazing… I suppose we can show you what we have… you, picked up our bags, didn’t you?”
The dragoness’s head turned away, behind her settled forelimb, bringing the bags, hooked by her fangs, dropping them beside Ralph “I admit, I hoped you had been abandoning them, so I could have them… but Leon tells me humans normally don’t intend that when they run away and drop things…”
Ralph tugged the bad closer to himself, face briefly taken by revolted horror as his hand came away, slimy. He brushed his hand on his hip, shuddering a little.
“Ralph” Lisa prompted gently, her voice firm “we have some spices left, right? Why don’t we show some to the nice dragoness…”?
She shared his reluctance, but was relieved when he opened the bag. She fixed the dragoness with a little smile “spices are, something of a trader’s dream, I’d say. When you can find something new, it makes empires. These… are not new, but we invested in them early on, before we lost the cart. They’re easy to carry, for a high value”
“What are they?” Chandra mused, eyes drifting between the two, casually rolling back and forth, though intimidating to her, small guests
“They… flavour food” Lisa regretted showing the spices the moment she said it, food and eating was a topic to avoid, surely, but while the dragoness’s interest did seem, intent, at least she wasn’t licking her lips.
“Ah… the quirks of human food, may I try some? Would I even, taste it? I don’t want to, take it all if you need it”
They exchanged a look as Ralph held a small jar up, the spice bright and red in the glass “They are, strong, I’m sure a sprinkle we could spare...”
She couldn’t help it, Lisa hid her smirk behind a faint cough as her companion was suddenly presented by the vast jaws spreading wide, fat fleshy tongue rolling onto his lap. He squirmed, not a red fleck left anywhere on his face as he gazed into the dark fleshy abyss. The trembling of his hand perfectly shaking the little jar as the powder puffed the air before settling on the tongue
“Ok… that’s it, please… get your mouth away from me”
Chandra’s long muzzle withdrew, jaws sealing with a smooth click, an unsettlingly wet sound audible to her guests as so close to them the large tongue began to roll around in her maw, a soft pleased hum echoing in her throat
“I can actually taste it… so, unique… mmm, delicious…”
Ralph slid the jar back into the bag, quickly dragging out a coil of rope, seeming intent on redirecting the topic of conversation “and this… we have this we’re trading… do you know rope? It’s… um, used for tying things up, tightly, we weave plant fibres into this… long and sturdy… this is a particularly fine example, see how thin it is, not fat and clunky like some rope”
Chandra’s attention fell back onto the presentation “oh, it’s familiar, I see that a lot… I always thought it was some sort of vine. You mean to tell me humans make this?”
“We do… well, not us two, but people do” Ralph sighed, relaxing into the new line of conversation
“You said it’s very thin… why is that important?” Chandra mused “what do you need especially thin rope for?”
“Binding meat…” Lisa added a touch dismally, Ralph wincing before looking to the rope he was holding
“right… yes”
Lisa groaned, burying her head in her hands “what are you going to show her next Ralph? A frying pan? How about a skewer?”
The dragoness’s eyes were bright, she seemed perfectly excited by all the new words and things being described… oblivious to how the line of examples was depressing her little guests.
Lisa watched Ralph as he tucked the rope away, searching for something, anything in their bag that didn’t relate to food in any possible way. Deep down, she was starting to feel safe… she could see it now, the innocent curiosity in this vast beast… but as far as keeping their talk in nice, safe zones, they were doing very poorly.

Rick kept to the edge of the raucous Inn, eying his companions as they made small talk with the dragon… the head so close, he was sure they would be eaten soon enough… and if not, before they left. He had no wish to stand before the jaws of a beast who would lose not a moment’s sleep about eating them the moment she got hungry…
To his eye, this whole set-up made sense in a different sort of way… the dragoness was giving up her food to fatten up her next meal… keeping them penned in her den till she got, hungry… and of course she could just tell everyone her meal had finally decided to leave and go back to the outside world… never to be seen again. He was certain of that illusion, and that he saw through it. So, he bided his time, waiting till her lackey was well out of sight, and the dragoness was distracted half spreading her jaws around that Ralph. Then he moved, keeping well wide and in the shadows, he made his way around the vast settled beast. She’d gotten very close to her, Inn, now. Enough that most of the exit wasn’t blocked by her scaly rump anymore. Half of the tunnel was made impassable by a lethally swishing tail, but the far side… he could get through there. He had all he needed. Cloak on his back, blade at his hip… all he needed to do was get out, find a road, and with a road would come a new employer. An employer hopefully further away from being dragon food.
It took time, making his careful away around the rear end of the dragoness. The sweep of her tail cast blunt whips of wind at him, he couldn’t take his eyes off the hefty scaled tail, drifting back and forth. He’d heard of men being broken wrecks after the swipe of such a tail… though, maybe bigger than this one. Still, he had no wish to test it. It took time, but he got around the zone of danger with a straight path outside. He made good progress then, glancing back, watching for pursuit, but, the dragoness didn’t follow… must be distracted. Well, she could have her two new toys… she wouldn’t get him. He glanced ahead, the cave unfolding into the wide-open world. The surroundings were rocky and uneven, but his immediate path was clear, so he returned his gaze behind him. He half expected any moment that the ruby muzzle would poke out… getting away from her was a little too easy… was she so easily distracted he could just, sneak off? Well, he couldn’t complain. He turned to look ahead, just in time to see, a rock? He was sure nothing had been in his way, but he half ran into something hard. But it didn’t hurt… not like he’d expect stone to. It was smooth, and though firm, it… was just a little springy, just enough it cushioned the edge of his impact. He fell to his backside, dizzy, looking up. Two amethyst jewels gleamed in the night, a grating sound… like stone on stone except… not. It sounded alike, but didn’t sound like a mineral… there was a note to the sound, a deep one, a vocal one.
The muzzle lowered down, moonlight revealing the angle of the long, draconic jaw. He could barely make it out… this one was, huge… he must have mistaken her for rocks in his first glance… sitting still in the moonlit night. But how live she was had become strikingly clear.
The deep sound of her chuckle surrounded him, before, out of the gloom he saw a paw, long deadly talons. That shook off his daze. He tried to crawl back, but had to watch as two claws pinched at his leg, lifting him up high. From above he could see her more clearly… this must be that older one… so she was real.
“Aww… my sister’s little Inn did not entertain you?” the dragoness cooed, her voice melodic, ringing in both ears… it was hard to hear, or think about anything but her words as he hung before her snout “well, it is such a tame place… maybe you would prefer to stay somewhere more exciting, more, mature…”
Teeth shone, wet and savage as her jaws widened, a wall of slimy tongue slapping against his face as the hot slime was worked all over his chest and legs. He could feel a bounce now; the dragoness was carrying him away.
“I can promise you’ll find your new accommodations much more, engaging. Why… you just, won’t be able to bring yourself to leave”
The tongue rolled at him again, cutting off any reply he might have made, only this time he felt it curl, coiling around his back. The pressure at his leg released, but he didn’t fall… he only slid. His ears popped as the jaws shut, the pressure briefly intense, heat surrounding him entirely as he fought fiercely, managing to barely tickle the larger dragoness.
Zorian licked her lips, a leg poking through her lips, which she drew in with a slurp. Pondering what to do with this little runaway before, with a casual roll of her shoulder, tipping her head back, letting the weight of her tongue slide against her fangs, opening her throat wide for the valiant fighting human “mmm, of course, the warmth of your new home isn’t free like Chandra’s. It won’t cost you… what is the charming human expression? An arm and a leg?” a smirk curled her muzzle, and she sat, jabbing her snout towards the moon, swallowing, feeling the pleasant weight sink into the tight grip of her slick throat. She could feel him sliding, helpless. “I’m afraid it is, significantly more expensive than that…” her tongue rolled over her chops, as she resumed the walk back to her own cavern. Depending how one saw it, this human was either lucky, or unlucky that he wasn’t the first two-legged treat she had found this night… else his fate would be, longer. Either way, it ended the same. Customer service was nothing if not consistent, at Inn Zorian…