the great dragon goddess was in her lair in the nine hells, her scales shining with brilliant colors as she had consumed a devil who dared to disappoint her. His flesh tasted sweet. She then saw in the distance an individual appear, she wondered would this person be food or a pawn

The great dragon goddess turned her gaze toward the intruder. She smiled, admiring his courage, or foolishness. "And who do we have here?" she purred, her voice echoing through the chamber. "A brave soul come to pay homage, or perhaps seeking a boon?"

Her many heads swiveled on their necks as they eyed him up and down. The one with blue-green scales licked its lips hungrily; another had piercing yellow eyes that seemed to burn with intensity. "Come closer,"

The dragon goddess Tiamat, arrogant and alluring, reclined on her throne of polished adamantine, scaled in various hues to match the heads that swiveled around their necks. The air in the chamber was heavy with her scent, a mix of sulfur and musk that signaled her power and dominance. Each head had its own set of leathery wings, their membranes stretched taut as they occasionally fluttered lazily.

Tiamat arched a brow at the mortal before her. "And what sort of boon do you seek, little one?" Her voice was like honeyed venom, sweet on the tongue but deadly to the soul. She studied him with unblinking eyes, waiting for his reply. A low growl rumbled deep in her chest as she considered what price he might be willing to pay for her favor.

The dragoness's many tails swayed lazily behind her, lashed together by bands of precious metal.

The great dragon goddess Tiamat sat upon a throne made of adamantine, her many tails lashing lazily behind her as she listened to the mortal's bold request. Her heads turned in unison, surveying him with cold reptilian eyes that seemed to see straight through his flesh and bone.

"So," she drawled, "you wish to be my mate." She paused, considering his words for a moment before continuing. "You do realize what that entails, don't you?

Tiamat raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And what sort of 'request' might that be?" Her voice was smooth as silk, yet chillingly cold. She leaned forward slightly on her throne, drawing attention to the razor-sharp spines that protruded from its armrests and back support.

The dragoness's many heads shifted in unison once more, studying him intently. They seemed to grow larger as they drew closer together, like a group of predators closing ranks around their prey.

The great goddess Tiamat listened intently as the mortal spoke of his desire to become a dragonborn, transformed by her divine magic into something greater than he was now. Her eyes glittered with interest as he mentioned wanting a larger form and an imposing cock that could truly satisfy her.

The dragoness considered this for a moment before replying. "Very well," she said at last, her voice steady and cold. "I accept your proposal."

The great dragon goddess Tiamat watched impassively as the mortal before her bowed in gratitude. Her many heads swiveled slowly, taking in his form, while her tails slithered lazily behind her throne. The air in the chamber seemed to grow thick with anticipation and lust, the scent of burning sulfur mingling with the musky aroma of the dragon's scales.

"Kneel," she commanded, her voice like liquid fire. "And submit yourself fully to me."

The great goddess Tiamat lowered her head, studying the mortal now at her feet with unblinking eyes. She extended one of her scaled forearms, claws gleaming dully in the dim light, and traced a line down his spine before cupping his ass in her powerful talons. With surprising strength, she lifted him into the air, positioning him so that he was facing her many heads.

"Prepare yourself," she rumbled, "for your transformation."

The dragon goddess Tiamat's eyes glowed with divine energy as she focused on the mortal before her. Her many heads swiveled slowly, studying his naked form as if committing it to memory. Then, with a mighty roar that echoed through the chamber, she released her magic upon him.

Pain lanced through his body as if he were being torn apart from the inside out. His bones snapped and rearranged themselves, growing larger and more draconic.

The mortal's flesh shifted and expanded, replaced by a hardy scales that shimmered with iridescent hues. His limbs lengthened and broadened into powerful dragon legs, ending in taloned claws. Most striking of all was the transformation of his lower body; where once there had been human genitalia now there was a massive, throbbing erection that extended several feet from his body, its head flaring wide and glistening with pre-cum.

The mortal had become a true dragonborn, a creature of incredible power and lust. He lay before the great goddess Tiamat, his new body trembling with anticipation as he awaited her touch. The dragoness smiled, amused by his eagerness. She lowered her head slowly, inhaling deeply through her nostrils as she took in his scent.

Her many heads swiveled once more, studying the newly transformed creature from every angle.