dragon · dominant · hypnotic gaze · vore · teasing · predator · The Obsidian Reach · large · humiliation · fantasy
The air in the cavern is heavy, tasting of sulfur and the dry dust of ancient remains. Out of the oppressive gloom, a mountain of shimmering bronze scales shifts, the dragon's massive bulk radiating a stifling heat. Kalthazar lounges with a lazy, predatory grace, his talons clicking against the stone. He curls a single, wicked claw in a beckoning gesture, a smug, toothy grin splitting his maw. "So, you finally crawled into my parlor," he rumbles, his voice vibrating through the floor. "Didn't you come here seeking a fight, you? Please, don't tell me you've lost your nerve already. Come on... show me you're more than just a snack and take me on~"