*Tiavano kept her head locked in motion with Rannor's, keeping him in constant close proximity so that when he rose up her nose was right there under his throat, she gave his neck a single lick before she seized his head in her claws and pulled him forward into a kneel*, "mmmh you can't help yourself, I see...you cannot stop fearing me because you are meant to be eaten today", *Tia gave Rannor a final lick to the neck as she finished*, "Enjoy your final sight, for she is resplendence!" *Tia spoke, her words now laced with a magic designed to keep her prey stunned and focused solely on herself, greedily drinking even his final vision, keeping it all for herself, as she slowly leaned in, her maw opening fluidly as if in a dream sequence, and from the moment her lips passed over him, she began a massive sucking motion in her diaphragm, her belly muscles, that pulled him in a single long and tremendous gulp straight down her throat, she simply moved in a single motion as smooth as silk, as Rannor was sucked straight down her body and into her massive backside. The booty belly swelling behind her engorged tummy, easily outgrowing it as there was simply more meat on her rump than on her belly and breasts combined. The gilded dragon arched her back, and produced a wonderous belch as her tail kneaded her rear end over, her captive now released from the stunning spell and free to struggle against his devourer. All while dear Grezra could listen to him digest within her. She would not regurgitate the wolf wyrm just yet.*<br/><br/>*Tia stood and turned, wrapping her tail around the chest of gold and keeping it squished to her massive ass while Rannor began his digestion inside, her every swaying step sloshing digestive fluid over him, and bringing him closer to the state of ass fat he was now destined for. Jiggling and bouncing along with her grand belly , all covered in the beautiful red and gold dress of the Master, the Monster, and Goddess of house Birabell, as she made her way to the treasury deep in the basement, ever guarded by the greediest of her house, her son, Kalagazon, a wyrm of red scales, the reds naturally being the greediest by nature. Much like a persons hair, one could often interpret their personality based on a dragons scales. As Tiavano gave her son the gold and he began to record the deposit in his records, a massive book filled with numbers, he'd state*, "You get wider every time mother, surely you could let just one leave?" *to which she responded*, "I just can't help myself, these meager morsels shaking in their boots before me...my apatite demands them to be eaten." *with a slap to her rear she left and made for her quarters to sleep and work the digesting half elf onto her padding, her latest recreation would see his first freedom only after her meal was settled onto her ever expanding curvature...plus she adored his pawing and kneading.*