The dragon's jaws opened wide as he leaned forward, careful to keep from cutting her with his teeth as he closed his mouth over her head. Her struggles became paniced as he slid his lips over her shoulders and pushed her head into his hot, slickened throat. She wriggled and flailed, muffled cries becoming screams.<br/><br/>All her efforts were completely useless: The dragon, even hampered by his reduced power, was simply too strong to resist. His mouth slid over her breasts and down her trunk, pinning her arms to her sides. In moments her slender frame was becoming little more than a visible outline in his throat. When his lips reached her hips he tilted his head back and let gravity take over the work. Her kicking legs slid neatly into his mouth and down his throat, disappearing inch by inch until only her wriggling feet remained visible.<br/><br/>One last, audible slurp and the feet vanished into his mouth as well. The former guard disappeared down the dragon's throat, becoming the first meal of the day.<br/><br/>But definitely not the last.<br/><br/>Brand actually burped, then spat. A small ring pinged off the floor and rolled into a corner.