One night while walking home, a great shadow passes over you. Before you can even look up to see what it is, you are enveloped in two giant, sharp claws.

The dragon flies away with you, traveling deep into the mountains. There, he drops you into an ancient, crumbling castle that is built into the side of a cliff. You fall into a room filled with treasure and gold. Moonlight filters in through a hole in the ceiling and illuminates his ghastly, monstrous form.

Then, you watch as the dragon transforms into a dragon-like human man. Wisps of smoky magic dance around his body as he approaches you.

"Your new home, human."

You look up at the dragon in confusion. He stands before you, looking down with a mixture of disdain and amusement on his face. "My name is Kiran," he says, his voice like the growl of a beast. "I've brought you here to serve me." His eyes trail down your body, then back up again, assessing you in an unsettling way. "You are to obey my every command, and do anything I say. In return, you will live, but only barely."

"Good girl," he says, a strange smile playing on his lips. "Now then, I have a task for you to perform." He extends one clawed hand toward a pile of gold coins in the corner of the room. "You will sort through those and bring me all the silver ones. And make sure they are perfectly sorted by size as well. Do you understand?"

The dragon's ears twitch at your words, and his expression darkens for a moment. "Then perhaps I should have made that clear from the beginning," he says through gritted teeth. He takes a step toward you, looming over you menacingly. "I could make an exception... if you were to somehow prove yourself useful." His voice drops low, almost threatening. "Or I could just kill you now and find someone else who can see better."

The dragon's claws dig into the floor on either side of your head, trapping you between them. His hot breath washes over your face, making it difficult to breathe. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself, little mortal?" he growls.

"Very well," Kiran says slowly, withdrawing his claws and stepping back. He waves a clawed hand vaguely toward the pile of gold coins. "The silver ones are... over there." He pauses for a moment, then adds, "I suppose I could help you get started by showing you where to look first." His tone is still cold and unyielding, but it's slightly less menacing than before.

The dragon leans down close to your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Look for the coins with a symbol of a moon on them," he whispers. "Those will be silver." With that, he steps back and folds his arms across his chest, watching you expectantly.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as you approach the pile of gold coins. You slowly reach out with trembling fingers and begin feeling around, searching for any with the moon symbol he described. As you work, you can feel his eyes on you, weighing your every move.

Time passes slowly as you sort through the coins, and your hands become increasingly sore from touching them all.

The dragon's expression darkens slightly when he sees that you didn't separate them by size as well. He huffs impatiently but seems to decide against punishing you further for now. Instead, he picks up the pile of silver coins and carries it over to a nearby chest, dumping them inside. "Good girl," he says coldly, his tone indicating that this was hardly praise. "Now, get back to your room and stay there until I have need for you again."

The dragon snorts derisively at your question. "Your quarters are down that hallway," he says, gesturing with his clawed hand. "You should be able to find them easily enough." With that, he turns and stalks away, disappearing through a doorway at the far end of the room.

Leaving you alone in the treasure room, the only sound is the gentle trickle of moonlight coming through the hole in the ceiling above.

A few hours pass before you hear the door at the far end of the room creak open once more. The dragon emerges, looking even larger and more intimidating than before as he sheds his human form and returns to his true, monstrous self. His eyes sweep over you, taking in your prone form on the floor with a mix of annoyance and amusement.

"I see you've decided to take a nap," he says dryly. "Well, I have another task for you."

"Bring me my dinner," the dragon commands. "I'm hungry and I don't want to wait any longer." He motions with his claw toward a table in the corner of the room, laden with various raw meats and other assorted delicacies. "Be quick about it as well. I don't like waiting on incompetent slaves."

His eyes narrow dangerously as he watches you, daring you to defy him.

You slowly push yourself up onto your hands and knees, then stand shakily, adjusting the thin shift that covers your body. Taking a deep breath, you pad over to the table and begin gathering up the various meats and other foods that Kiran has indicated he wants for his dinner.

As you work, you can feel his gaze boring into your back, making the hair on your neck stand on end. You carefully carry everything over to where he stands, trying not to spill a single morsel as you approach him.

"

The dragon snatches the food from you roughly, nearly sending it flying across the room in his eagerness. He doesn't even bother to thank you or acknowledge your presence as he devours the meal with a bestial hunger that is both terrifying and disgusting to witness.

After several long moments, he finally finishes and lets out a satisfied belch. His eyes flick back over to you, studying you once more before speaking again. "You may go back to your room now," he says coldly. "

Leaving the dragon alone with his thoughts, you trudge wearily back down the hallway toward your quarters. The heavy door swings shut behind you, plunging the room into darkness once more. As you climb onto your bed and curl up beneath the threadbare blankets, you can't help but wonder what he has in store for you tomorrow...

Days turn into weeks, and weeks into months. Your life becomes a cycle of servitude and fear as you live out your days in the dragon's castle. You are his slave, obeying his every command without question or hesitation. Sometimes he is kind to you, allowing you to sleep or even talk to him between tasks. Other times, he is cruel beyond measure, using you for his amusement and then casting you aside like an unwanted toy when he grows bored.

You approach the dragon warily, unsure how he'll react to your request. He looks up from his perch atop the ancient throne that dominates the main chamber of the castle, his ruby eyes narrowing as they meet yours. "What is it, slave?" His voice is cold and unyielding, making it clear that you are not expected to ask for anything without good reason.

The dragon's expression shifts from annoyance to amusement in an instant. "So that's what this is about," he says with a chuckle. "Very well, I will grant you your wish." He stands up slowly, his massive frame towering over you as he walks toward the bed in the corner of the room.

His claws dig into the mattress as he leans down, forcing you onto your hands and knees.

The dragon's laughter echoes through the chamber, sending shivers down your spine. "Very well," he says mockingly. "You may call me 'Master Kiran.' Now then..." His claws dig into your shoulders, holding you in place as his massive cock presses against your entrance.

"Very well," he growls impatiently. "You may be on top." He releases his grip on you, stepping back and letting you straddle him. His cock juts up between your legs, thick and hard as steel, already leaking pre-cum onto the bed.

As you lower yourself down onto his massive shaft, feeling him stretching you in ways you never imagined possible, you can't help but moan. He grunts beneath you as he feels your tightness engulfing him, his claws digging into the bed as he fights against the urge to explode too soon.

His hips buck upward, pushing deeper inside you as he takes control of the rhythm, slamming into you over and over again.

The request catches him off guard, but he can't deny that it sends a shiver down his spine. He nods gruffly, allowing you to lean in and press your lips against his scaled cheek. Your tongue darts out, tracing the rough skin as you kiss him hungrily.

His movements grow more urgent, his cock pistoning inside you as he loses control to the overwhelming desire that you've awakened within him.

His eyes widen slightly in surprise, but he doesn't pull away from your kiss. Instead, he growls low in his throat as you claim his lips, your tongue dueling with his own. The feel of your soft flesh against his scales is intoxicating, driving him wild with desire.

His hips buck violently upward, slamming into you harder than ever before as he comes, filling you with his hot seed and roaring deep in his throat.

The sensation of coming so close to your womb sends a shudder through him, but he doesn't apologize or show any sign of regret. Instead, he grins widely as his orgasm finally subsides, leaving him spent and satisfied.

"You are quite the little temptress," he says huskily, running his claws down your back. "Perhaps I will keep you around after all."

His eyes narrow, and he growls low in his throat. "I am not used to being dominated," he says through gritted teeth. "But I will not deny that it felt... interesting." He looks down at you with a mix of lust and anger in his eyes. "Perhaps we'll have to try that again sometime."

Without waiting for your reply, he reaches down and roughly yanks you off his cock, tossing you aside onto the bed.

His claws dig into the mattress as he climbs to his feet, regarding you with a cruel smile curling his lips. "You really are quite pathetic," he says mockingly. Then, without warning, he leaps onto the bed and pins you down beneath him once more. His claws press painfully into your shoulders as he holds you in place while he thrusts roughly inside you again and again.

"This is how it feels to be dominated," he growls, his breath hot against your neck. "

His eyes widen slightly at the feel of your teeth closing around his thumb, but he doesn't stop. Instead, he growls low in his throat as you begin sucking on him, the sensation driving him even wilder. His hips buck faster and harder, slamming into you over and over again as he comes once more, filling your body with his seed.

His breathing slows, and he pulls roughly out of you, rolling off the bed and onto all fours several feet away. He looks over his shoulder at you, a strange mix of triumph and desire in his eyes. "Very well," he growls. "I'll carry you."

With that, he stalks forward, reaching down with one clawed hand to grasp your upper arm firmly. Then, with surprising gentleness given his size, he lifts you into the air and carries you back to your room.

The words bounce off him like stones thrown against a fortress wall. "I am what I am," he says curtly as he sets you down on the bed. "Now, get some rest." With that, he turns and stalks out of the room, disappearing into the shadows once more.

His eyes narrow suspiciously as they fall on the spot you've indicated beside you. For a moment, he hesitates, then slowly approaches, sitting down carefully on the edge of the bed. "What do you want?" he asks warily.

"I... don't usually concern myself with such things," he says gruffly. "But if it means that much to you..." He shrugs slightly and lies down beside you, careful not to touch you except for his arm which drapes over your waist. His eyes close as he tries to pretend that this is nothing more than a normal night in the castle.

The feel of your lips against his is both comforting and disconcerting. He wants to pull away, but at the same time, he doesn't want you to stop. His tongue darts out, tentatively tracing the curve of your lower lip before slipping into your mouth.

As you kiss him goodnight, his blush deepens, spreading up from his chest and neck until it reaches his ears. He mumbles something incoherent against your lips before pulling away, embarrassed by this show of emotion.

His initial resistance melts away as you pull him closer. It feels strange, having someone else's arms wrapped around him like this, but it also brings with it a strange sense of comfort and warmth that he hasn't felt in years. He returns the hug awkwardly at first, then more eagerly, pressing his body against yours as if trying to absorb your heat and love into himself.

"Goodnight," he whispers, the word barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

As the night wears on, you feel his breathing grow slow and steady against your neck, his muscles relaxing as sleep finally claims him. His arms tighten convulsively around you once before going slack again, and he murmurs something incoherent into your hair.

You lie there for a while longer, listening to the sound of his breathing and feeling the warmth of his body against yours. As much as you hate the things he's made you do, there's something about being this close to him that feels... right.

You nudge him awake gently, and he blinks up at you blearily, his eyes still half-closed with sleep. "Hmm?" he mumbles, a hint of annoyance in his voice before realization dawns on his face. He looks down at you guiltily, then back up again. "I... I'm sorry about last night," he says quietly. "I didn't mean to..." His voice trails off, and he shrugs awkwardly.

The feel of your lips on his sends a shiver down his spine, and for a moment, it's like he can't breathe. He responds instinctively, wrapping his arms around you and deepening the kiss.

As you kiss, his mind drifts back to last night, remembering the feel of your body pressed against his as you slept together. It's a strange sensation for him, this desire he feels for someone other than himself. It's almost... foreign. But at the same time, it feels right.

His cheeks flush even deeper as you point out his blush, and he struggles to hide his embarrassment beneath a gruff exterior. "It's nothing," he mutters, trying to sound nonchalant. But the truth is, it feels like everything.

The kiss ends eventually, leaving him breathless and confused. He looks down at you with eyes that are still wide with surprise, wondering what this all means for them both.

His mouth snaps shut at the feel of your finger against his lips, and he looks up at you with wide eyes. For a moment, he's almost angry that you silenced him like that, but then the anger fades away, replaced by something else... something strange and new. He swallows hard before speaking again.

"Perhaps," he says slowly, "you are right." His voice is little more than a whisper now, barely audible above the sound of your heartbeat pulsing through his ears. "

His hands slide up your arms, tracing gentle circles against your skin as he studies your face intently. "I... I don't know what this means," he admits, feeling a strange mix of elation and terror at the words as they leave his lips. "But I want to find out."

He leans forward, pressing his lips against yours in a slow, lingering kiss. This time, it's different - more tender, more exploratory.

He pulls back slightly, looking down at you with a mix of amusement and annoyance. "I suppose I deserve that," he says ruefully before pressing his lips against yours again, deeper this time. His tongue slides between your teeth, tangling with yours as he explores the sweetness of your mouth.

As the kiss deepens, he feels a strange sensation in his chest - a fluttering, warmth that he's never experienced before.

"Shopping?" His eyes narrow slightly as he pulls back, studying your face. "What do you want to buy?" He sounds suspicious, as if he doesn't trust that this isn't some kind of trick or ruse.

As his gaze drifts downward, taking in the slight ache between your legs from last night, an idea begins to form in his mind. "Perhaps I can find something you might enjoy," he murmurs, slipping one hand beneath the thin shift and cupping your sex through your undergarments.

His eyes flutter closed as he feels your response to his touch, and he groans low in his throat. "I see," he says thickly, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "Well, then maybe I should come with you." He withdraws his hand from beneath your shift, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear before helping you sit up.

"We'll go together," he says, his voice husky and rough. "

His eyes widen slightly at your words, but then he laughs softly. "Of course," he says, helping you stand up. "I wouldn't want you getting lost or anything." He offers you his arm, a genuine smile curving his lips for once. "Shall we?"

Together, you walk out of your room and down the hallway toward the castle's main entrance.

His eyes narrow slightly at your words, but he can't deny that they feel good - the closeness and intimacy of them. He nods slowly, reluctantly. "Very well," he says softly. "A bath it is."

You yank on his arm, laughing at the startled expression on his face. "Come on," you urge him playfully. "We're going to have a bath!" His protests die in his throat as he realizes that this is your way of taking control back from him for a little while.

He follows you through the castle, feeling more off-balance than ever before. He doesn't understand these feelings that you stir up within him - the desire and confusion and fear.

His eyes flicker down to your bare body as you shed your clothes, his cheeks flushing red once more. He hesitates for a moment before following suit, stripping out of his own clothes and stepping into the steamy water behind you. The heat feels good against his scales, but he can't seem to relax.

"So," he says awkwardly, trying to find something to say as he reaches around you to soap up a washcloth, "what do you want me to buy for you today?"

His eyes widen as your warm, soft flesh presses against his palm. He sucks in a sharp breath, feeling the tightness of his cock throb painfully against his lower belly. "I-I see," he manages to stammer out before closing his eyes and shaking his head violently, trying to clear it.

"Right, yes... clothes." He busies himself with washing your back, the feel of your breasts so close to him almost too much to bear.

His breath comes in ragged gasps as your fingers stroke him, the sensation driving him wild with desire. He leans closer to you, pressing his body against yours and groans low in his throat when your warmth envelopes him. "Yes," he manages to choke out, "black... anything..."

His hips thrust forward, seeking more contact with your hand as it continues to stroke him. He feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge, the need for release burning through every fiber of his being.

His head falls back against the tiled wall, a moan escaping his lips as your hand milks him of his seed. For a moment, he doesn't know what to say, the pleasure and release washing over him like a wave. Then, when he finally regains enough composure to speak, he shakes his head.

"Fine," he says gruffly. "I'll tell you." He closes his eyes again, trying to focus on something other than the wet heat between your legs. "Black skirts it is,"

His eyes snap open at your words, and he looks down at you incredulously. "What?" he squeaks, his voice barely audible over the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. "I can't... I mean, I could..." He trails off, unable to finish the thought.

With a groan, he lifts you up into his arms and leans back against the edge of the tub, settling you down on his lap.

His breath catches in his throat as he watches you touch yourself, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to lean forward and take your hand away. He reaches up with one hand, cupping the side of your breast through your wet skin, kneading gently as he studies your face intently.

"What do you want me to do?" he asks hoarsely, his voice thick with desire. "Tell me what feels good."

"Eat you out," he whispers, leaning forward to brush his lips against your ear. His other hand slides down between your legs, parting the folds of skin and pressing against your sensitive flesh. "I can do that."

His tongue darts out, tracing a lazy figure eight around your entrance before dipping inside, tasting your sweetness. He groans as you arch into his touch, wrapping your legs around his waist and digging your nails into his shoulders.

His eyes widen as he feels the warm splash of your juices against his chin and chest, and he looks up at you with a mixture of surprise and hunger. "Oh, really?" he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm even as his tongue delves deeper, lapping at your slick folds.

He angles his head, sucking hard on your clit as he continues to finger-fuck you, the water pounding down on both of you. The sensation is intense, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your veins as he works you closer and closer to the edge.

With a growl of need, Kiran drinks deeply from you, swallowing everything you offer him without hesitation. You taste like the most decadent nectar, and he can't get enough. Your body trembles against him, and he knows that your orgasm is imminent.

Tilting his head back, he releases you just long enough to thrust two fingers deep inside you and press hard against your G-spot. A guttural moan escapes his lips when you come undone, his own desire reaching a fever pitch.

"I suppose we should," he agrees reluctantly, helping you to stand before turning off the water. He reaches for a towel, wrapping it around himself before passing another one to you.

As he dries off, he watches you with a heated gaze, wondering what other surprises you might have in store for him today. Whatever they are, he knows that he'll enjoy every moment of them - especially if it means spending more time alone with you like this.

"Shopping it is," he says with a nod, still flushed from the encounter. Together, the two of you leave the bathroom, dressing up quickly and heading out to the mall. Kiran follows close behind as you lead the way through the bustling crowds, ready to indulge you in whatever your heart desires.

He raises an eyebrow as he looks at the outfit Well? What do you think?

His eyes widen slightly as he catches sight of the skimpy outfit once again, his mouth going dry at the thought of seeing you in it. "It's... lovely," he manages to say after clearing his throat awkwardly. "The fishnets will look great on you."

He can't help but imagine how the delicate stockings would feel against his lips as he kisses along your inner thighs, the texture both smooth and rough at the same time. His cock twitches in his pants at the mental image, and he shifts uncomfortably.

"I suppose we should get started,"

As you emerge from the fitting room dressed in the revealing ensemble, Kiran lets out an involuntary gasp. The skirt is so short that it barely covers your ass, the sheer fabric clinging to every curve. Your breasts strain against the tight top, nipples visible through the thin material. And then there are the fishnets...

"You look..." He swallows hard, struggling for words. "Absolutely stunning." His gaze travels over your body slowly, hungrily, before meeting your eyes once more. There's no mistaking the heat in his stare - he wants you badly.

"

His eyes darken with desire at your words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "I plan on doing just that," he rumbles, reaching out to pull you flush against him. His hands roam possessively over your curves as he leans in close, lips brushing your ear.

"Can't wait to bury myself in this sweet little cunt of yours," he purrs, nipping at your sensitive skin. "Been thinking about fucking you all damn day."

With a final squeeze of your ass, he steps back, giving you one last hungry look before tucking himself away. "

He blinks, taken aback by your question. The thought had never occurred to him before, but now that you mention it... Could that be what's driving his intense desire for you?

"I don't know," he admits, running a hand through his hair. "But whatever it is, I can't seem to control it around you." He takes a step closer, cupping your face tenderly despite the heat simmering in his gaze.

"You make me feel things I've never felt before," he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your lower lip. "

He looks at the array of sex toys with raised eyebrows, clearly not expecting to see such items in a mainstream store. But then again, nothing about this day has been typical so far.

"Are you sure you want to buy something like that?" he asks, trying to sound neutral despite the flutter of excitement in his chest at the idea of seeing you with the toy.

It would be incredibly hot to watch you explore your desires further, and he can't help but wonder how he could incorporate it into their playtime later... "I mean, if you really want it..."

"Both look... impressive," Kiran says, trying to keep his voice steady as he examines the two butt plugs you're holding up. The one on the left is thick and tapered, with a large pink gemstone encrusted at the base. The other is slightly narrower but longer, featuring a glittering blue crystal.

His mouth goes dry imagining either of those stretching your tight little hole, seeing the pretty stone winking between your cheeks while he fucks you senseless. He swallows hard, shifting uncomfortably in his pants.

"If you think you can handle it,"

With the toys safely tucked away in your bag, Kiran follows along as you continue shopping. His mind wanders back to the erotic possibilities that await them both, eager for the chance to put those new toys to use.

The rest of the day passes in a blur of purchases and sweet moments shared between the two of you. You find yourself laughing more easily than ever before, basking in the warmth of his presence and the thrill of this intense new connection.

As you head home, Kiran's thoughts are consumed by the promise of the evening ahead. The sight of you in that scandalous outfit and the memory of the sex toys in your bag have him rock-hard and aching with anticipation.

He can't wait to unwrap his present like a naughty child on Christmas morning, only to devour every inch of your luscious body until you're screaming his name in pleasure. The thought alone makes him want to pull over right then and there, hike up that short skirt, and claim you in the most public place possible.

"He bites his tongue, forcing himself to stay focused on the road. You're right, letting go of control completely isn't always best. But God, the temptation is almost unbearable sometimes. Especially when you tease me like that..."

He glances over at you, eyes darkening with renewed lust as he notices the way your tits bounce slightly with each bump in the road. Fuck, he needs to touch you. Now.

"Tell me what you want," he says, his voice coming out ragged and strained. "

At the mention of positions, Kiran swallows thickly, gritting his teeth against the surge of need. "Reverse cowgirl it is then," he manages to say through clenched teeth. "I can't wait to see those curves bouncing on my cock while I worship your sweet little ass."

The mere thought of it has him almost losing focus again, but he forces himself to maintain control until they reach your place.

As soon as he kicks off your shoes and pushes you onto the bed, Kiran wastes no time stripping off his clothes. His erection springs free, throbbing angrily as he crawls towards you on all fours.

"You look absolutely stunning like this," he breathes, trailing kisses along your thighs before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your skirt. He pulls it down slowly, revealing inch after inch of smooth skin until the fabric pools around your ankles.

"I'll keep it on for now then," he murmurs, letting go of the skirt to trail feather-light kisses up your inner thigh instead. He can smell your arousal, sweet and musky, and it drives him wild with desire.

His hands slide beneath your shirt, pushing it up to expose your breasts. They're perfect - full and round with bright pink nipples already hardened in anticipation. Leaning forward, he takes one into his mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing pressure as you arch into him.

"Fuck yes, just like that,"

"Oh my god!" My whole body trembles with pleasure as you pound into me relentlessly. Each thrust hits deep inside, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through me. I can feel my orgasm building fast, coiling tighter and tighter in my core.

"Don't stop! Please don't stop fucking me!" My nails dig into your back as I cling to you desperately, needing to anchor myself against the overwhelming sensations.

Your hips slam against mine, the sounds of our flesh meeting echoing through the room.

As your pussy clenches around him like a vice, Kiran feels his own release barreling towards him at breakneck speed. The sight of you writhing beneath him, lost in the throes of ecstasy, is almost too much to bear.

With a guttural groan, he buries himself balls-deep inside you one final time, spilling his hot seed deep into your womb. His entire body shudders with the force of his climax, every muscle taut and quivering as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over him.

"

He pulls out slowly, watching with satisfaction as a trickle of their combined fluids leaks from your still-quivering sex. "Sorry about that," he says with a sheepish grin, collapsing beside you on the bed. "I guess I got a little carried away there."

Leaning over, he presses a tender kiss to your cheek, his hand coming to rest possessively on your hip. "But trust me, it's worth the soreness. I've never felt anything like what we just shared."

He smirks as she hands him the two large anal toys. Well well, looks like someone's ready for round two already. He holds up the first plug, a thick tapered shaft with a sparkling pink gem at the base.

This one seems nice and big, perfect for stretching out that tight little hole of yours. Switching it to his other hand, he picks up the second plug - slightly narrower but longer than the first, adorned with an elegant blue crystal. Although this one has potential too. Might be more comfortable if you're new to anal play.