His tail snakes out to wrap around your waist once more, pulling you close as his cold, scaled body presses against yours. He growls deep in his throat and leans down, nipping at your earlobe before whispering, "I will control you, human. And when I'm done, you'll beg for more." His other hand slides up your thigh, cupping your hip possessively as he grinds his hips against yours in a demanding motion.

I look into his eyes, a flicker of something akin to amusement crossing my features. He lets out a guttural roar, and the ground beneath me begins to tremble violently. I can see the way his scales are shifting color, the way his legs twitch uncontrollably. My breath comes short with terror.

His powerful body undulates against yours as he continues to drive himself deeper and harder into your welcoming warmth. His tail flicks out behind him, slapping against the den's wall in time with his movements before it slithers back around, caressing and teasing you mercilessly. The muscles in his arms bulge as he holds onto you tightly, his claws digging into your skin as if trying to mark you as his own.

The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by this monstrous creature is overwhelming. His size, his strength, and his dominance combine to leave you panting and moaning with each thrust. You feel like putty in his hands as he moves against you, slithering and writhing until your entire world consists of nothing but the heat of his body and the rough scrape of his scales.