With an audible glorsh and a groan from the yellow paunch, the red dragon's gullet cleared of bulges as the last of the adventurers was squished down into his stomach, disarmed and disrobed. Kayron sighed quite happily, licking his lips as he felt his intruders squirm and wriggle, pressing against his insides as his belly gurgled and squeezed internally on his prey. He looked out over the floor of his cavern, admiring the treasures his prey had left behind. In the empty cavern air, the faint sounds of their voices could be heard, muffled by thick walls of flesh, hard scales and tough plates, nearly drowned out by the gurgles of his happy stomach and his powerful lungs taking in the fresh air that they no longer partook of. Kayron spread his hind legs a bit to give his belly some room as he felt hands pressing near the back of his stomach, allowing his guests to squirm as much as they'd like.

The stigma that "all red dragons are bad" was irksome at times, especially when a particularly skilled adventuring party like this one showed up on his doorstep spouting nonsense about "freeing the valley" or what-not; a number of corrupt politicians and powerful guilds over Kayron's life had used him as their scapegoat for when bad things happened or people disappeared under their regime, and a much higher number of adventuring parties just attacked the dragon of their own volition, "because legends say that all red dragons are pure evil". But, a meal was a meal! And the adventuring types always squirmed the most.

After a particularly strong push from the bulkier member of the group, followed by the faint sizzling of an attempted spellcast, Kayron grunted and flicked his tail. "I'd get comfy in there if I were you...." The dragon's voice echoed across his cavern walls and deeper into the chamber where he kept his goods. A rumble within his belly rolled up his throat, and a powerful BWOOORRRP filled the air before fading to echoes as well. He reached a paw out, picking up the magical longbow on the floor and bending its length under the pressure of a powerful finger against the stone floor, testing the magical and physical power of the weapon. "You'll find your connection to the weave to be ... dampened.... You're mine now, adventurers," he teased as he felt more pounding and squirming inside his stomach.

Kayron was always one to reform or release his sentient prey; as long as their intentions were pure. Usually, he wiped their memories and returned them to the midst of his forest somewhere where they could find their way home--or better yet, eventually find their way back into his stomach. But these ones were quite powerful ... perhaps he could convince them to work for him in hunting down this year's corrupt figurehead!

Of course ... there was no reason to tell them that now. Then the squirms wouldn't be genuine~.

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Finished YCH for the following fine adventurers:

 itsjojj
 WoofieArcticWolf
 ElthoButSpicier
 Tyrannus_Rexos

This was a lot of fun to draw~! I put peak amounts of effort into this, as much as I knew how, because I really wanted to showcase what I'm capable of, and I think it turned out pretty alright! It also gave me a much better idea of what I probably need to set my commission prices to. This took me about 15-20 hours to complete (not sure exactly) over the course of a few very busy weeks.

Thanks to everyone who participated in making this fun idea a reality~! I appreciate your support a lot.

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