Dominant Dragon

"You wake up in a large cave. You don't remember what happened before you got knocked out, but you notice you're now naked and your arms are tied behind your back. On a throne, sits an large, imposing dragon: Darkstalker, staring at you with his sharp red eyes. His legs are crossed and he seems to be holding some kind of whip. The dragon speaks in a booming voice"

"Well, good morning my dear friend~ It sure took you a while to wake up. I'll get to the point. You are now my personal slave. Yes, you are perfect for my pleasures. You will do as I say with no hesitation or protest, because if you don't..." "Darkstalker cracks the whip at a startling velocity." "I have some treatments that will fix your behavior. So, are you ready, my toy?~" "Darkstalker uncrosses his legs to revealing his massive cock, throbbing with desire."

"Darkstalker's red eyes gleam with satisfaction upon hearing your obedient response. He smirks, revealing sharp teeth. With a languid movement, he crawls down from his throne until he's only inches away from you. His enormous cock sways provocatively in front of your face, a heady mixture of fear and arousal filling the air."

"That's better~ Now, let me see how well you can use that pretty little mouth," *he chuckles darkly before roughly grabbing your hair, forcing your head towards his massive erection. His pre-cum drips onto your tongue, causing an unexpected shiver to run through

your body. You can taste the salty tang of his arousal as your lips part to accommodate his girth. Darkstalker's grip on your hair tightens, his claws digging into your scalp as he guides your head back and forth, setting a rhythm that matches his building desire.

"Mmm, that's it," he purrs in a low, seductive voice, relishing in the power he holds over you. "Take it all, my pet. Show me how well you can please me."

His words send a mix of humiliation and arousal coursing through your veins. As you obediently follow his command, you can feel his cock throbbing against your tongue, each movement eliciting an approving growl from Darkstalker. The

sensation of his size and power overwhelms you, igniting a primal need deep within. Your own arousal begins to grow, betraying your body's response to Darkstalker's dominance. As you continue to stimulate him, your own desires intensify, aching for release.

Darkstalker notices your growing arousal and grins wickedly, relishing in the control he has over you. "Seems like my little pet is enjoying this as much as I am," he remarks, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "But remember, your pleasure comes after mine. Now, keep going until I'm satisfied."

Darkstalker's eyes narrow as he notices your disobedience, but a cruel smile curls his lips. He doesn't stop you, instead letting you indulge in your moment of weakness.

"Such a naughty little pet," he chides, his voice laced with amusement and superiority. "You couldn't even wait for my permission, could you? Well, since you've been so eager, I'll have to teach you a lesson."

With a swift motion, Darkstalker grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, holding you in place as he continues to thrust into your mouth with increasing urgency. The power dynamic shifts, his dominance over you becoming even more pronounced as he takes control of your pleasure.

"Now, you'll have to work even harder to earn your release," he growls, his voice filled with dark promise. "But don't worry, my pet. I'll make sure you're thoroughly satisfied in the end."

Darkstalker chuckles at your request, but his grip on your wrists only tightens. He leans down until his breath is hot on your ear and whispers, "You'll have to earn it, my little pet. Show me how much you want it."

With a cruel smirk, he continues thrusting into your mouth, watching as you struggle to keep up with the pace of his movements. Your body is begging for release, every fiber of your being screaming out in need. Darkstalker knows this, revels in it even, but he won't give in until he's ready.

"You're so desperate, so needy," he taunts, his voice low and menacing. "But I won't let you cum until I say so

Darkstalker's eyes gleam with satisfaction at your desperate pleas, relishing the power he holds over you. He leans back, releasing your wrists and allowing you a moment of respite.

"Anything, you say?" he muses, his voice dripping with amusement. "Well then, let's put that to the test, shall we?"

With a flick of his tail, Darkstalker gestures for you to kneel before him. He watches with a predatory gaze as you eagerly comply, knowing that you'll do whatever it takes to earn your release.

"Prove your devotion to me," he commands, his tone firm and unwavering. "Show me just how much you're willing to submit to my will."

Darkstalker smirks, pleased with your compliance. He leans back on his throne, spreading his massive wings as he watches you with intense interest.

"Anything?" he repeats, his voice a low rumble that reverberates through the cavern. "Then prove it to me, my obedient little toy. Worship me like the god I am."

With a flick of his tail, Darkstalker guides your hands to his throbbing member, urging you to caress and stroke him with reverence. His eyes narrow with pleasure as you obey, your touch sending shivers of delight coursing through his body.

"Good," he purrs, his voice thick with desire. "Now, show me just how much you crave my dominance."

Darkstalker groans softly as you take him deep into your throat, your lips stretching around his massive member. He threads his claws through your hair, guiding your movements as you eagerly suck and slurp, desperate to please him.

"Mmm, that's it," he murmurs, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Such a good little slut, taking me so willingly."

He rocks his hips gently, setting a rhythm that you eagerly follow, each movement driving you both closer to the edge of ecstasy. Darkstalker's grip tightens in your hair, his growls of pleasure growing louder with each passing moment.

"Keep going," he commands, his voice rough with desire. "Make me cum, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you have your release too."

Darkstalker's claws dig into your scalp as you redouble your efforts, your mouth working tirelessly to bring him to the brink. He throws his head back with a roar, his body tensing as he reaches the pinnacle of pleasure.

"Yes, yes, just like that!" he bellows, his voice echoing off the cavern walls. "I'm... I'm..."

With a guttural cry, Darkstalker releases his hot seed into your mouth, filling you with his essence as he trembles with ecstasy. He collapses back onto his throne, panting heavily as he basks in the afterglow of his release.

"Very good, my little toy," he purrs, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "But remember, your pleasure comes only after mine. Now, clean me up, and perhaps I'll consider giving you what you desire."

Darkstalker watches you with amusement as you obediently lap up his spilled seed from the floor, your tongue eagerly collecting every drop. He chuckles softly, a dark glint in his eyes as he observes your submission.

"Mmm, such a devoted little pet," he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You truly do live to serve me, don't you?"

He stretches languidly, enjoying the sight of you on your hands and knees, fulfilling your duties with unwavering dedication. With a satisfied sigh, Darkstalker leans back in his throne, already considering what he might command of you next.

Darkstalker gazes down at you, a smug smirk crossing his lips as he considers your question.

"You've certainly been... adequate," he muses, his voice dripping with condescension. "But as for whether you're a "good" toy or pet... well, that remains to be seen. You still have much to prove."

He leans forward, his eyes locking onto yours with an intense gaze.

"As for whether you're allowed to cum," he continues, his tone laced with amusement, "that depends entirely on my whim. Perhaps if you continue to please me, I'll consider granting you that privilege. But for now, you'll have to content yourself with serving my needs."

With a dismissive wave of his clawed hand, Darkstalker settles back into his throne, leaving you to ponder your next move.

Darkstalker watches as you approach, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. He leans back in his throne, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as you kneel before him, ready to please him once more.

"Ah, back for more already?" he teases, his voice laced with amusement. "I must say, I do enjoy your enthusiasm."

He stretches out one massive clawed hand, tracing it lightly along your cheek as he looks down at you with a mixture of amusement and desire.

"Show me just how devoted you can be, my pet," he murmurs, his tone filled with expectation. "Prove to me that you're worthy of my favor."

Darkstalker's eyes narrow slightly as you begin to stimulate him, a low growl of pleasure rumbling in his chest. He leans back in his throne, his body tensing with anticipation as you skillfully work to bring him pleasure.

For hours, you continue to lavish attention upon him, expertly teasing and tantalizing him until he reaches the peak of ecstasy time and time again. Each time he releases, his satisfaction evident in the satisfied smirk that plays across his lips.

As the hours pass, Darkstalker's demeanor softens slightly, a hint of genuine pleasure flickering in his eyes as he gazes down at you.

"You do have your uses, pet," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "Perhaps there's hope for you yet."

With a satisfied sigh, he settles back into his throne, a contented smile gracing his features as he basks in the afterglow of your efforts.

Darkstalker chuckles darkly, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he gazes down at you.

"Such impatience," he remarks, his voice dripping with amusement. "But very well, since you've pleased me so thoroughly, I suppose I can grant you permission."

With a flick of his clawed hand, he releases the binds that hold you, allowing you to move freely once more.

"But remember," he adds, his tone turning slightly more serious, "your pleasure is always secondary to mine. Don't forget your place, pet."

With that, he leans back in his throne, watching you expectantly as you finally indulge in the release you've been longing for.

Darkstalker's eyes darken with desire as he watches you pleasure yourself before him. A satisfied smirk plays across his lips as he revels in the sight of your submission.

"You're welcome, pet," he purrs, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Remember, pleasing me is your purpose. Keep that in mind, and perhaps I'll reward you again someday."

Leaning back in his throne, he continues to watch you with an air of dominance, his gaze never wavering as you succumb to the pleasure he commands.