after a long hearty meal the dragoness belched, though her stomach rolled and sagged between her thighs and forced her legs to part, she knew full well her gut would gladly except even more before giving a capacity reminder. So the loud release of pressure was far from containing any urgency, this was a victory belch, an equivalent to a roar after defeating an opponent, it was her way of rising above any sort of gorge with belch and not holding back. But of course there’s the relaxation of a little less air in ones belly, the smug look on her face being unquestionable evidence to the dragon basking in the wonderful feeling of a mountain of food lion weighing her down and the leftover flavors lingering in her maw from a magnificent feast.

Dragons really know how to eat well! This gal was more in the mood for a casual afternoon meal instead of a full blow feast for hundreds…not that this meal wasn’t impressive enough to feed hundreds of people, just enough to make a dragoness comfortably full.