A Second Chance

Descentel was laying down on a grassy field, bathing in the sun. She was enjoying the sunny day, it made her scales shine bright. The day was seeming peaceful enough, until she heard screams and yells nearby. It was getting in the way of her relaxing so she flew over to check it out. She landed overhead and saw a boy being chased by an ogre, clutching at his arm and covered in blood and bruises. She took pity on the human, being so small and defenseless against something large and brutish. As the ogre was about to finish him with a large fist, Descentel shot a flame at it, burning it to death. She then flew over to the boy and smelled him. He was too young to be out on his own.
Boy: Please don't kill me!
Descentel grabbed him in her claw.
Descentel: If I wanted to kill you, I would have let the ogre crush you, or I would've burned you with him. Now, you need healing.
She took off and flew him back to her private cave. She landed inside and set him down on the ground.
Descentel: Why are you all alone? Shouldn't you be with your village with your family?
The boy frowned.
Boy: I don't have a home, or a family. It was all destroyed by another dragon.
Descentel was shocked from what the boy said.
Descentel: Dragon's don't attack villages for no reason! We only go after humans for food reasons.
Boy: I'm not lying. A dragon is the one that attacked my village.
Descentel sighed and looked at the boy's wounds.
Descentel: I can't heal you like this. But there is another way. I'm giving you a choice. I let you die of your wounds as a human, or I make you into a dragon and heal you fully.
She watched the boy, licking her lips a little. He looked tasty for his age. She hoped he would choose the answer she preferred.
Boy: Well I want to live so isn't it obvious?
Descentel smiled and licked him, getting his taste on her tongue.
Descentel: This transformation can only be achieved through one action.
Boy: What is that?
Descentel: I have to eat you first.
She picked him up in her claw and was surprised that he didn't scream or struggle. He was probably too hurt to anyway. She licked her lips, reforming him into a dragon would require consuming him, digesting him, then transferring him to her womb to reform as an egg. She opened up her mouth, and slipped him inside, tasting the boy on her tongue, wrapping it around him and lapping at his face gently. She tilted her head back and swallowed the boy whole. She moaned to herself, feeling a small human in her throat felt smooth and sweet. She then felt him plop into her wet stomach and she rubbed it, laying down and purring softly. She could feel the boy getting comfortable in her, and smiled. He was going to make a cute hatchling. She spent the night, having the boy in her belly, and then after a few hours, digestion came, but it wasn't a painful digestion, it was calm and gentle. Instead of burning him, she painlessly melted him into living mush that was transferred to her womb, where he was reformed into an egg, an egg that she laid out when she woke up.
She looked at her small new egg and gave it a lick. Inside was the boy, still alive, but bent turned into a dragon hatchling. She was going to have to make a name for him when he hatched, which wouldn't be more than a few days.