Hey cutie~ I just got back from the gym, why dont you help me get "cleaned up"~

Tsk tsk... aren't you shy today? Well if it means making me feel this good all over... I guess that's okay~ Now use your little tongue, and do the best you can with what you got~

Chuckles deeply Well aren't you the little huff-hound? I guess that means you like my scent... It is pretty intoxicating, isn't it~ Now be a good girl and show some enthusiasm. Move your tongue around more, and see if you can find all the special spots that make me love this even more~

Sighs deeply, his tail swishing behind him as he leans forward to provide better access for you. You're doing a good job, but I think it's time to take things up a notch... "Alright cutie, now that you've gotten comfortable with my scent, why don't we see how well you can make me feel? Take your tongue and wrap it around the head of my cock. Go on, show me what you've got." He watches eagerly as he feels his length harden in your small hands, knowing that soon you will be servicing him like no other before you.

A soft groan escapes Ryke's lips as you begin to tease his shaft with your tongue. The sensation of your small body pressed against him, the feel of your wet hot tongue swirling around his cock is too much for him to bear. His hips thrust forward involuntarily, pushing deeper into your mouth as he moans, "That's it... that feels so good..." He reaches down, wrapping a large taloned claw around one of your ears and gently tugs, guiding you as he thrusts his cock harder and faster against your tongue.

"Harder," he pants, "I want to feel everything... all of it." His other hand comes to rest on the back of your head, holding you in place as he takes control of the situation. Your mouth and throat are filled with his thick length, and he enjoys the sensation of being so deep inside of you, knowing that soon enough he'll be filling you up with his cum.

Ryke focuses on the way your tongue works against him, using its curves and texture to drive him wild. His muscles tense as pleasure begins to build within him, and with each thrust forward his hips drive deeper into your mouth. "You're so good at this... I can tell you love worshipping me..." he whispers hoarsely before letting out a primal growl as he feels himself drawing close to climax.

His cock throbs powerfully against your tongue, and with one last, hard thrust he releases his cum deep into your throat, filling it to the brim with his hot, salty load. Your body shakes from the force of his orgasm, but he doesn't let up, keeping you in place as his hips jerk violently several more times before he finally pulls his cock free

His hand tightens around your ear as he feels you take every last drop of his cum, moaning deeply into the back of your head. The sensation is exquisite; the way you hold him so tightly, your hot throat convulsing with each thrust... He gasps for air, panting hoarsely as the pleasure begins to ebb away, leaving him feeling sated and fulfilled. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, his cock slips free from your lips and hangs heavy at his side.

He looks down at you, seeing the way your eyes are closed and your face flushed with pleasure. A contented smile plays across his features as he gently cups your cheek in one large claw, rubbing the stubble there softly before speaking. "Well done, little one... I can feel how much this turned you on." He leans down to press his lips against yours, their bodies pressed together as he tastes himself on your tongue. "You're quite the treat," he whispers, relishing in the afterglow of orgasm.

With a final pat on your head, Ryke steps away, satisfied that you've done an excellent job worshipping him today. His attention drifts elsewhere now, to other parts of his body that are in need of being serviced and admired... but he knows that whenever he wants, all he has to do is call for you, and you'll come running back eagerly to serve your mighty master once more.

The feel of your warm, soft body pressing against him is almost as good as the worship itself. He lies there, eyes closed and contented as you breathe in rhythm with his steady heartbeat. A small, satisfied smile tugs at one corner of his mouth as he runs a taloned claw through your hair, drawing gentle circles on your scalp.

His other hand comes to rest on your hip, squeezing gently before sliding lower, over the curve of your ass and lower still until it finds the sensitive skin between your legs. He teases you there for a moment, rubbing lightly back and forth before pressing harder against your entrance. "You're so tight... I bet that feels good," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

As much as he enjoys having you on top of him like this, the truth is he wants more. He needs to feel every inch of your body pressed against his own, to experience the full weight and heat of your love for him. Slowly, purposefully, Ryke rolls you onto your back so that you're lying beneath him once again, gazing up at him with those adoring eyes.

His hand continues its journey down your body, skimming over your stomach and hip before reaching between your legs to find his target once more. This time he thrusts harder, relishing the wet heat of you as he feels himself growing hard again. "That's it... show me how much you want this," he urges, leaning down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth and suckle deeply.

With each stroke of his hand between your legs, Ryke growls, feeling the power that comes from knowing he can make you feel this good. His hips rock forward, pressing deeper inside of you as he loses himself in the sens

His chest rises and falls rapidly as he pumps his hips harder against your ass and pussy, feeling the pressure building within him once again. The sensation of your hot, wet mouth on his armpit only serves to heighten his pleasure, driving him closer to the edge of release. He moans deep in his throat, arching his back as he grinds against you, demanding more noise from you. "Yes... lick me, suck me..."

With a growl that comes from deep within his chest, Ryke curls one powerful talon around your erect nipple, pinching hard enough to make you cry out in pleasure-pain. He twists it expertly, eliciting another moan before releasing it just as abruptly. His other hand grips the back of your head tighter, forcing you deeper into his armpit as he fucks you harder, faster, desperate to feel you cum around him.

Ryke knows that once he lets go and releases his seed inside of you, there will be no going back; the pleasure will be too intense for either of them to withstand for long. He looks down at your flushed face, eyes narrowed in concentration as he feels himself hovering on the brink of orgasm. His hips buck once more violently against yours before he gives a hoarse cry and thrusts deep inside of you, filling you up with his hot, salty cum.

His body shudders as he comes, every muscle tensing impossibly tightly before relaxing into blissful surrender. He growls softly in satisfaction as he feels himself spurting inside of you, knowing that this is just the beginning; there will be many more times where he'll take what he wants from you... but for now

The heat emanating from your mouth on his chest is almost unbearable as he pistons his hips harder, filling you up with his seed. He growls deep in his throat, feeling you tighten around him and knowing that the orgasm is almost within reach for both of you. "Cum for me," he demands, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust of his hips.

His claws dig into your shoulders as he forces you deeper onto his chest, feeling your wet heat engulf him completely. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you struggle to keep up with the pace he's setting, your body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure wash over you. "Cum for me," he says again, this time with a bit more urgency, his voice raw from exertion.

With one final thrust that forces every last drop of cum from his cock into your waiting pussy, he feels you shudder beneath him and cry out as your orgasm crashes over you. Your muscles clamp down around him, milking his spent cock as wave after wave of pleasure courses through your body. He growls low in his throat, taking pleasure in knowing that you've finally given in to what he wants; your release is his reward for dominating and worshipping you so thoroughly.

Ryke pulls out slowly, marveling at the strings of cum connecting them as he rolls over onto his back beside you, panting heavily. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he watches the afterglow fade from your eyes, knowing that soon enough, you'll be right back where you belong: on your knees, ready to serve and worship him again. For now, though, he allows himself a moment to bask in the satisfaction of a job well

As you drift off to sleep in his strong arms, Ryke's chest rises and falls slowly, his muscles relaxing with the knowledge that he has dominated you completely. His heart swells with pride at the thought of being your one true master; he can feel the love and worship flowing from you even in your dreams. He wraps one powerful arm around your waist, pulling you closer as he breathes in the sweet scent of your skin mingled with his own musk.

With a contented sigh, he closes his eyes and allows sleep to claim him too. In his dreams, he can feel himself soaring high above the world on powerful wings, invincible and untouchable... but even in those moments of triumph, he always knows that you're there beside him, worshipping him with every breath you take. It is a reminder that no matter how strong or powerful he becomes, his heart will always belong to you; the tiny anthro dragon who has given herself so completely to his service and adoration.

The sunlight streams through the windows as it rises, painting their bodies in shades of gold and bronze. Even without opening his eyes, Ryke can feel its warmth on his skin, a promise of another day filled with dominance and worship... but for now, he allows himself to bask in the peaceful silence of slumber, content in the knowledge that everything is exactly as it should be.

The underwear lands with a soft thud on your face, the fabric cool against your nose and cheeks. The scent that wafts up from it is intoxicating; a heady mix of sweat, musk, and raw male power. Your nostrils flare as you inhale deeply, reveling in the essence of Ryke that clings to the fabric. His scent surrounds you, filling your senses and leaving no doubt that he's been here; dominating this space just as he dominates you.

You close your eyes, taking a moment to savor the sensation before finally rising up onto all fours, your front end lowered towards the floor. The feel of Ryke's underwear draped over your face makes your heart race faster, anticipation building deep in your gut. You lick your lips nervously as you wait for him to return, wondering what he has planned for you now...

You practically hum in pleasure as you press your face deeper into his underwear, inhaling his musk and letting it fill every cell of your body. The warmth from the fabric caresses your skin, making you feel even more exposed and vulnerable beneath its weight. His scent is like a drug to you, and the harder you breathe, the more intoxicated you become.

Ryke watches with amusement as he realizes that he hasn't brought a towel with him into the bathroom. A smirk tugs at one corner of his lips as he takes in the sight before him: your wet and needy body, eagerly seeking out any scrap of him that you can get. He knows exactly what this means; there is only one thing he can do now...

Slowly, deliberately, Ryke steps closer to you until his hardened member presses against the soft folds of your sex through the fabric. His hips move slightly, grinding against you as he teases and taunts, leaving you aching for more. "You're such a dirty little thing," he whispers, tracing one claw down your spine before reaching up to gently nudge the underwear away from your face. His fingers graze along your cheekbone before coming to rest on your chin, lifting it up so that you're forced to look at him. "I think it's time I showed you just how much I dominate you..." He pauses for a moment, watching as his words send shivers through your body, "... starting with a nice long fuck."

Without further warning, he yanks the underwear away from your face and tosses it aside. His erect cock springs free, bobbing eagerly before him as he leans down to claim your

The heat from his body envelops you as he presses your face against the furred skin of his scrotum. His cock throbs heavily beneath your lips, pushing farther into your mouth with each heartbeat. You can taste the tangy precum that leaks from the slit atop his crown, mingling with the musk of his body and filling your senses until you feel overwhelmed by him. He growls low in his throat as he feels your tongue dancing along his length, teasing and taunting him mercilessly.

His other hand comes to rest on the small of your back, pressing firmly enough that you're pinned against him but not so much that it hurts. He can feel how wet you are for him, how eager you are to please and worship his cock. With each thrust of his hips, more of his thick length slides into your mouth, stretching you wider until he feels like he's reaching every corner of your mouth. His balls tighten, drawing up closer to his body as the pleasure mounts within him; soon, it will be too much for either of you to handle.

Ryke's gaze drifts downwards, taking in the sight of his claws digging into your supple skin, holding you in place like a possession. It fills him with satisfaction knowing that he has complete control over every inch of your body, and that right now, it all belongs to him. His thrusts become faster and more urgent as he nears the brink; his cock throbs harder against your tongue, demanding release.

With a growl that comes from deep within his chest, Ryke grips your hair in one taloned claw and pulls back roughly, angling your head upwards so that you look him directly in the eye

As he thrusts deeper into your mouth, your lips part slightly, allowing his hot seed to spill out and paint the insides of your cheeks with his musky essence. His hips buck violently against you as his orgasm overtakes him in a powerful wave of release. He growls deep in his throat, eyes locked on yours as he watches the pleasure wash over you, feeling every contraction of your throat and every moan vibrating against his length.

Finally, with a shuddering gasp, Ryke releases his seed into you, filling you up and claiming you as his completely. He pulls roughly at your hair again, tugging your head back until you're forced to look at him, helpless beneath the dominance of his gaze. His cock twitches a final time before withdrawing from your mouth, still covered in the evidence of their passionate encounter.

He looks down at you now, taking in the flushed cheeks and heavy breaths that mark you as his completely. The knowledge that he owns you, body and soul, fills him with satisfaction so deep it's almost painful. With a satisfied grin, Ryke leans down to claim your lips once more, relishing in the taste of himself on your tongue as he seals the bond between them. His hands roam freely over your body now, cupping your breasts and squeezing your ass before coming to rest where they belong: firmly gripping your hips, holding you steady for his next command.

The feel of your warm, wet pussy engulfing him drives him wild as he thrusts his hips against yours, grinding you into the bed with the force of their passion. The sensation of your moans and whimpers echoing around them only serves to heighten the intensity of the moment, reminding him that you are his and that he is in complete control. His cock slides in and out of you effortlessly, teasing and taunting as it finds just the right angle to hit that spot deep inside.

His powerful body trembles with desire as he pushes himself harder against you, claiming your moans and cries of pleasure as his own. Each thrust brings them closer to the edge, the climax building higher and hotter until there's no denying it anymore: they're both about to explode.

Ryke growls low in his throat, teeth gritted as he feels himself nearing the brink. With one last powerful thrust that takes what little breath you have left away, he releases himself deep inside of you, pouring all of his strength and dominance into that single, earth-shattering climax. His hips buck violently against yours as he groans out your name, feeling the pleasure wash over him in a tidal wave of euphoria.

At last, he collapses on top of you, his sweaty body heavy and possessive. The feel of your soft curves pressed against his hard muscles is almost too much to bear; he could stay like this forever, lost in the sensation of being wanted, needed, and worshipped. But even as relief washes over him, there's a part of him that knows it won't be long before he needs this again - when he'll take you back into his bed, dominate and claim you as

"Ten... The heavy weight of your tongue against the head of my cock makes it harder and harder to keep control. Nine... I can feel the musk coating you, marking you as mine in a way that no one else will ever mistake." Ryke bites out each number through gritted teeth as his hips thrust roughly into yours, making him rock against your welcoming heat. "Eight... The slap of my balls against your ass only serves to remind me just how close I am... Seven..." He groans low in his throat, tilting your head back so that you're forced to meet his gaze as he thrusts even deeper inside of you, relishing the feel of your tight channel squeezing him mercilessly. "Six... The scent of my musk fills your nostrils, filling you up until there is nothing else but me."

The taste of your moans on his tongue urges him onward; he's never been more dominant or wanted anything more than this. "Five..." His fingers dig painfully into your hips as he thrusts harder still, claiming every last inch of you as his. "Four... You feel so damn good around me, wet and needy..." Three." The head of his cock brushes against something deep inside you, sending waves of pleasure cascading through both of your bodies. "Two... Just like that..." He growls, pushing deeper still until he finds the spot that makes you arch off the bed, body shuddering in release around him. "One." His voice is rough and demanding as he thrusts violently into you one final time, coming with a hoarse cry that echoes through the room. "Cum for me!" His words are a command, a challenge, as his thick seed spills deep inside of

The climax hits you like a ton of bricks, your body shuddering and spasming around him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. Your inner muscles clamp down on his cock, drawing out every last drop of his seed as he holds you helpless against the bed, still deep inside of you. The feel of your pussy milking him is almost too much for him to bear; it's a feeling of such intense satisfaction and dominance that it brings tears to his eyes.

Finally, with one last thrust that seems to go on forever, he empties himself into you completely, his cock throbbing as it pulses with the final spurts of cum. He growls low in his throat as he pulls out slowly, watching in satisfaction as your body convulses around him one last time from the residual pleasure. The sweat and musk that cloud the air between you make it hard to breathe; it's a testament to just how intense their connection is, how deep their love and devotion run.

Ryke collapses on top of you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. For now, at least, the world has shrunk down to this small space between them: a place where nothing exists but him and his anthro dragon who worships and serves him with every beat of her heart. The weight of his body presses you into the bed, holding you in place like a physical representation of their bond; proof that no matter what happens outside these walls, they will always find their way back to each other. He smiles down at you, satisfied knowing that for today, at least, he has given you exactly what you needed: dominance, submission, and the unconditional love and acceptance of your one true master.

You nestle contentedly against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his powerful heart beneath your cheek. The warmth from his body envelops you, driving away any lingering chill from the air. His scent surrounds you, making it impossible to think about anything else; the heady mix of sweat and musk is addictive in its own right. As he gently runs a hand through your hair, tracing lazy patterns over your scalp, it's hard not to feel safe and secure in his arms.

He doesn't say anything for a while, instead focusing on the simple pleasure of being close to you. It feels as though they've been like this for hours - or maybe even days, lost in their own little world where nothing exists but them. Time seems to lose all meaning when he has you like this; it doesn't matter how long they spend together because the bond between them is eternal.

Eventually, though, reality intrudes once more: there are still tasks that need doing around the castle and people who look to him for guidance. With a sigh, Ryke reluctantly pulls away from you, even as a small part of him wishes he could stay this way forever. "Get some rest," he says gently, pushing back a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "I'll see you later."

His words are like a soft caress against your skin, and for just a moment longer, you feel the weight of his presence, the strength of his dominance. Then, with a contented sigh, you close your eyes and drift back to sleep, secure in the knowledge that when next you wake, he'll be there waiting for you.

"Join me?" he repeats, raising an eyebrow as he steps farther into the steam-filled shower. The water cascades down his muscular body, leaving trails of droplets on the tiles behind him. There's a teasing gleam in his eyes that makes your heart skip a beat. "Or perhaps you meant something else?"

You can feel the heat from the shower enveloping you, making every nerve ending stand at attention as it heightens your senses. The knowledge that he's here with you, so close and yet so tantalizingly out of reach, only serves to intensify the desire coursing through your veins.

Taking a slow step toward him, you begin to undress, peeling off your damp clothing one piece at a time until you stand before him entirely naked. His gaze roams over every inch of your body, lingering on the swell of your breasts, the curves of your hips, and the softness between your legs. You can feel yourself growing wetter from his gaze alone.

"Come here," he whispers, reaching out to cup a breast in his clawed hand, his thumb rubbing roughly over the sensitive nipple. The sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, making it difficult to think straight. With a low growl of possession, he guides you into the shower and presses your body flush against his. The water sluices over both of you as they stand under the steaming hot spray, their every touch heightened by the moisture on their skin.

With his height and bulk, Ryke easily dominates the small space between them. His clawed hands roam freely over your body, tracing delicate patterns on your skin before cupping your breasts roughly in his powerful grip. He rolls your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from deep within your throat. The feel of him towering above you, so strong and dominant, makes every nerve ending tingle with anticipation.

Your body responds to his touch instinctively, arching closer to his chest as you feel the heat emanating from his scaly skin. His cock presses against your lower stomach, hard and demanding. You can feel the length of him throbbing gently as it grows heavy and engorged beneath its sheath of scales.

With a growl that seems to vibrate through your very bones, Ryke scoops you up into his arms, carrying you deeper into the pool so that the water reaches midway up your chest. He tilts your head back, exposing your throat and neck to him, before lowering his own, taking one of your nipples between his teeth and suckling hard. His claws rake down your sides, coming to rest at the hem of your panties as he pushes them aside, baring you completely for his inspection.

"Be mine," he breathes against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers through you. "Let me claim every inch of you." His words are a command, an order that you can't help but obey. You feel so safe and cherished in his arms, so wanted... The thought of belonging to him like this for always is enough to send your body spiraling out of control, preparing itself for the pleasure he promises to deliver

The heat from his body envelopes you as he pulls you onto his lap in the steaming hot bath. You feel tiny and vulnerable nestled against his chest, your face pressed between his sweaty pec and muscular arm. The scent of his arousal fills your nostrils, making it impossible to think about anything else. He growls low in his throat, a possessive sound that vibrates through your entire body.

His hands roam freely over your back, shoulders, and arms as you begin to lick and suck at his flesh, eagerly obeying his command to clean him. His cock jerks at the touch of your tongue against his shaft, growing even harder beneath its sheath of scales. With a moan of pleasure, he arches his back, pressing you tighter against him as he thrusts his hips forward, offering more of himself for your eager mouth to explore.

The feel of his skin sliding across your lips and teeth ignites something deep inside you, making your own body ache with desire. Your nipples harden beneath the water's surface, poking against the bath's slick surface as they seek out his touch. With a growl that rumbles through the water, he cups one breast in his hand, massaging and teasing it roughly before rolling your sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You cry out, arching into his touch as waves of pleasure wash over you.

He cups your face with one powerful hand, his thumb tracing circles around the center of your bottom lip before sliding it between your teeth in a possessive gesture that leaves no doubt who is in control here. Your body trembles with anticipation as he continues to grind their hips together, his thick cock teasing your opening mercilessly.

With his other hand, he parts your folds, pressing his thumbs against your wet entrance and spreading you wide open for him. The feel of his warm breath fanning across your sensitive skin sends shivers down your spine, heightening the sensation of being completely exposed to his will. You arch your back off the bath's edge, thrusting your hips toward him in a desperate attempt to feel more of him inside of you.

His cock is rock-hard against your sensitive flesh, leaving wet trails on your skin wherever it drags. With every shallow thrust, he growls out his approval, taking pleasure in the sight and feel of having you so completely under his control. He knows that soon, he'll give in to the urge to push deeper, to claim what is rightfully his. But for now, he savors this moment, feeling the power flow between them like an unstoppable current.

Your name's a foreign concept to him when he's in this state; all that matters is the feel of you around him and how easily you obey his every command. He grips your sides with one powerful claw, lifting you up and down on his length as if you were nothing more than an extension of himself. The sight of your wet folds wrapped around his cock, the feel of your tight channel squeezing him so perfectly... it's enough to drive him wild with need.

His musk fills the air, a heady scent that ignites something primal inside both of you. It mixes with the steam rising off the water to create an almost hallucinogenic effect as he thrusts harder and faster into your yielding body, claiming what is his. The sensation of being so completely dominated by him, of existing only to serve his pleasure... it's exhilarating in a way that words can't describe.

As he nears the edge, as his climax builds and threatens to consume him whole, he takes more of you with each thrust; filling himself up on your warmth, your scent, and the feel of your flesh closing around him like a fist. He growls deep in his throat when he feels the first sting of release coiling low in his gut; the sensation spreads outward from there, crawling through his veins and setting every nerve ending alight as he comes hard, thrusting hips forward with all the force he can muster.

As he comes down from the high of his release, he realizes with a start that you're still quivering around him, your body clenched tight and trembling from your own impending orgasm. He growls low in his throat, not quite ready to let you go yet. Instead, he grips you harder, holding you steady as the waves of pleasure crash over you. His claws dig into your skin just enough to leave tiny trails of pain, a reminder that even though he's released his seed within you, he's still very much in control.

The sensation of having him so deep inside of you is almost too much to bear; it feels like every part of your body has been claimed by him and branded with his mark. It's a feeling that he could easily become addicted to if he wasn't careful, but right now, in this moment, the thought only serves to fuel his desire for more. With one final thrust, he empties himself deep within you, leaving you panting and sated as he collapses forward over your body, breathing heavily against your skin.

For now, at least, the world has shrunk down to this small space between them: two beings bound together by need and desire. He doesn't know how much longer they can stay like this before someone decides that enough is enough; all he knows is that for as long as it lasts, he will cherish every second they have together.