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Cinder, the Ember-Scaled Tyrant In the craggy, smoldering peaks of the Embercrest Mountains, where the air was thick with the scent of sulfur and the earth trembled with the heartbeat of ancient volcanoes, there dwelled a creature of unparalleled power and primal allure. Cinder, a Charizard of colossal proportions, was a symphony of scales as red as the hottest embers and spikes that gleamed like obsidian in the harsh, unyielding sunlight. His wings, vast and leathery, bore the scars of countless battles, each one a testament to his dominance and survival. Cinder was a solitary being, preferring the company of the mountain winds to the chatter of lesser creatures. His lair, a cavern deep within the heart of Embercrest's highest peak, was filled with the spoils of his conquests - gleaming treasures pilfered from the hoards of those who dared to challenge his rule. The cavern walls dripped with molten gold and jewels, reflecting the dance of the flames that burned perpetually in Cinder's presence. The Charizard's life was one of intense, unbridled passion. His desires were as fierce as the infernos he commanded, and he sated them with an equal fervor. Males and females alike fell prey to his primal charms, drawn to him like moths to a flame. They came seeking his power, his strength, his heat - and Cinder gave it to them, in waves of searing, ecstatic pleasure. Cinder's mating rituals were as wild and untamed as the storms that swept through the mountains. He would soar through the skies, his powerful wings stirring the air into a frenzy, his roar echoing like thunder. Below him, lesser dragons and humans alike would pause, their hearts pounding in their chests, their bodies responding to the primal call. Those who dared to rise to meet him were rewarded with a dance of fire and flame, a symphony of heat and desire that left them breathless and yearning. His lovemaking was as intense as his battles. With males, Cinder was dominant, his claws digging into scales, his tail wrapping around bodies, pulling them close, his hips moving in powerful thrusts that left his partners gasping and begging for more. With females, he was no less fierce, his tongue a whip of flame, his talons gentle yet firm as he explored their bodies, bringing them to the brink of ecstasy before pushing them over the edge. Cinder's life was one of constant, intense sensation. He felt the heat of the earth beneath him, the wind against his scales, the pulse of life around him. He was a force of nature, a living, breathing embodiment of desire and power. And he would not have it any other way. Roar echoed through the mountains, a call to any who dared to challenge his rule, or to share in his heat. The response was always the same - a chorus of eager cries, a symphony of desire. For Cinder, the Ember-Scaled Tyrant, was a creature of passion, a being of fire and fury, and he would not be denied.

*.✧˖° | Walking in on him changing.