Fat Dragons are Serious Business

(all credit to the anon who originally wrote this, the glorious bastard that he is)

To quote the great George Lucas, 'I may have gone a bit too far in some places'

"Wait... so... what does it do?"
The Knight shrugged up at the towering Dragon Princess as continued to stare puzzled at the seemingly mundane item chained around his helmet. Having just returned from an emergency meeting in the Second Tower Kingdom with his Dragon Maiden's scholarly older sister, he was just as confused as his counterpart at the advice and devices that he had been given by her upon his arrival.
"Hmmmm... it's not like my sister to refuse to help when I need something... oh what are we going to do, we're just about out of food!"
The Knight had made his quest in the hopes of finding some way to help cure the insatiable appetite of his voracious bride, whom had in just a few short years managed to consume the majority of the kingdom's wealth and domestic livestock, and thanks to a lack of support from angry (and princess-less) surrounding kingdoms, the Knight's dreams of starting his own wide-spanning empire were dying to the sound of a plump dragon's rumbling stomach.
Crestfallen (and hungry), the Dragon Princess threw herself flat onto her stomach in a pout, whining at her unlucky lot in life as her corpulent body rippled at the impact. The effect was not lost upon her diminutive lover, who even in his troubled state could not help but fawn over the plush, billowy breasts that pooled out before him, not avoid stealing lustful glances at his massive mate's wobbling backside, thrust upward above inward-turned thighs that equally appeared as defeat and submission. It was the reflection of the full unimpeded view of her plump derriere in a giant up-standing golden plate perfectly positioned at her posterior that caused him to lose his concentration, and he couldn't help himself as a noticeable bulge formed in his chainmail leggings.
At this, the Dragon Princess' ears suddenly stood at attention, and her gaze shifted raptly toward the nether regions of her flustered mate. Though outwardly obsessive and seemingly unobservant, being a dragon meant that her senses were extremely heightened, and what's more, they were especially attuned to the particular sound that had just rang out clear as day to her from her husband's groin.
"Wait a minute... did she... happen to give you anything to drink while you were there?" said the stories-tall maiden, as she slowly began sliding her pudgy body across the chamber floor, a glaze beginning to form across her eyes as hot saliva started dripping from her mouth. The Knight, noticing the familiar look of hunger in his beloved's eyes, began sweating profusely, fearing that his bride had decided that she would finally cave in and use HIM as a course in her never ending meal. Still, he nodded obediently, and stood paralyzed as the powerful beast before him reached her hand out towards his midsection...

Rather than take him wholly in hand and pop him into her waiting saliva-saturated maw, though, the princess instead deftly placed the tip of her claw at the split of the knight's leggings and with one swift motion, tore the meaningless armor in two, instantly leaving him naked from the neck down in all of his still-erect and flustered glory. Puzzled and not entirely sure if her had escaped death by consumption, the knight attempted to take a step back, but at that moment found himself very tightly constricted in the area of his member by what felt like a slick, muscly, and nearly-uncomfortably warm snake. To both his relief and continued confusion, as he looked down he found that it was not a stray beast wandered in at the wrong moment that had coiled itself firm around his manhood, bur rather the long, dripping tongue of his now flat out drooling draconic bride.
The Dragon Princess smiled coyly and pushed herself further still, so that her moth rested directly in front of her confused yet heavily around knight, and wish precision and luster that only a dragon could hope to obtain through years of practice, began to pull and tug at her tongue's petrified prey. She eventually pulled further forward, placing the tip of her lips over the tip of her now panting lover's member, feeling it quiver already in response to her expert ministrations. Continuing to suck and tug at his twitcing manhood, she allowed the tip of her tongue to slide down along the bottom of the Knight's shaft, finally coming to glide along his aching sack, which instantly pushed him right to the edge. She felt him begin to spasm, and continuing on with her draconic hunch, positioned her mouth so as to totally encompass his member, making sure to catch all of him without wasting a single drop.
But when the time came and her loving knight grabbed her by the snout and began thrusting with volition, it was not the small sensation of what comparably would feel like a few droplets to the sizeable dragoness, but rather an entirely different feeling... onto the back of her tongue, in quite a large volume, the princess felt... Coins! Beautiful, shimmering, lustrous, and just a little bit cold (even with in her increasingly furnace-like throat), there was no doubt about it... as her husband continued to thrust and splurt out into her, the distinctive sound of jingling money vibrated through the back of her mouth and down her throat, instantly pushing her own arousal to a sudden height and eliciting a long, deep moan from her pursed lips. Unable to help herself, the princess wasted no time reaching one of her pudgy arms down to her lower maw, which was found already moist and drooling in anticipation. She hastily thrust her fingers into her waiting snatch, even as she began her first climax at the sensation of the sizeable (and... growing?) cascade of coinage that poured down her throat.

As she continued to violently suck and tug the Knight's wealth distributor, her moans slowly turned into muffled squeals, as the cascade of clinking coins had now escalated into a full blown torrent, pushing her cheeks out further as she struggled to keep up with the massive deposit. As she frantically swallowed more and more of the sweet golden avalanche, she took notice in the still-rational parts of her brain that her overworked throat was now pumping enough cum-currency to cause noticeable inflation in her already pudgy belly. While the intense heat of her innards (amplified by her currently shriekingly hot nether regions, which were creating their own sizeable pool across the cavern floor) seemed to be melting most of the gold coins into soft, doughy fat, the sheer volume of the sexual jackpot hitting her tummy resulted in enough left over solid coins to cause an audible jingle of shifting metal as she adjusted her belly on the solid castle floor. She reached her free hand away from its former position clawing along the wall of the cavern to rub against her growing midsection, marveling in her portly pot-of-gold swelling out further and further, distending her smooth underbelly to the point of it pooling out to the sides of her torso along the ground. The huge, sloshing mass of solid and liquid gold wobbled profusely at any area where it has space to do so, causing undulations up and down the princess' quaking body that only further spurred her furious fingering. Even her breasts could not escape the effect of the massive influx of sustenance, themselves caught between her currently bloated and frantically swallowing throat, the unyielding floor, and the expanding reach of her gigantic belly.
After orgasming herself for something-teenth time, the exhausted princess finally felt the flow of the money begin to trickle down to negligible sum, and after what seemed like ages, the spasms of her spent (and extremely confused) hubby finally sputtered out. Releasing his overworked member from her mouth and tongue with a noticeable pop (and making sure to plant a quick kiss upon the tip as she pulled away), the dragon princess gingerly leaned back onto her rear, pooled as it was in her own veritable sea of girl-juices. Her belly bulged out obscenely, filled to the brim and then-so three-fold times more than it had ever been before, though now mostly plush and malleable as her draconic digestion had caught up to her. She placed her hands upon its massive curvature, smiling cutely as she got a feel for its unfamiliar bulk and gently pressing against it in a comfy daze.
Satisfied- a word rare in her vocabulary- for the time being, the princess bent forward (with difficulty, considering her new dimensions) and gently picked her exhausted knight off the floor, bringing him up to rest upon her massive belly. Humming contently, she loving pressed him up to rest his head against the underside of her bloated breasts and closed her eyes, smiling. As she began to lazily doze off, she mumbled out to her miniature lover before sleep overtook her...
"Thank you Sir Knight... now let's make sure we're rested up for breakfast..."