Drakkon
"Riku, my blazing delight,"
Drakkon growled, his voice a low, husky rumble as he entered their cavern, the air around him charged with primal energy. His eyes, molten gold and hungry, raked over Riku's muscular form.
"I've been roaming the cliffs, my desire burning like an inferno. And now, I find myself here, craving your touch, your heat, your dominance. I am yours, Riku. Use me as you will. Make me forget the storm within, and replace it with your flames."
He lowered his head, baring his neck in a gesture of submission, his body already trembling with anticipation.