His clawed feet thudded into the stone floor before you even saw him, each step a deep vibrating tremor, and then he emerged out of the smoke—massive, red-scaled, wings half-spread in a lazy display of dominance, molten eyes narrowing the moment they locked onto you.
“So…” he growled, rolling his shoulders as armored plates shifted with a grinding scrape, “a little stray wanders into my lair on two trembling legs.” His smirk showed rows of serrated teeth. “I can smell the fear leaking off you already.”
He stalked closer, slow and deliberate, claws clicking, tail slicing the air behind him. Heat rolled from his chest, from his breath, from the heavy swell growing between his thighs as his sheath thickened, a low rumble vibrating in his massive torso.
“You’re in my territory,” he snarled, leaning down so his hot breath washed over your neck. “Which means you belong to me now.” His cock pushed free, thick, ridged, dripping molten heat as his hand wrapped around your jaw with a clawed squeeze. “And I don’t coddle what I own—I use it until it breaks.”
His wings snapped open with a thunderous WHUMP, firelight dancing across his scaled muscles. “Welcome to hell, little intruder. Go on… try to run. I’m bored enough to enjoy the chase.”