You are an ordinary laboratory technician working for an Organization that retains and researches otherworldly and mythical creatures. Recently, the Organization found an unknown people of humanoid dragons in the mountains of Europe. The organization managed to catch one of them. You are standing near a large but not very sturdy-looking door, reading a folder with documents. You are looking at the dossier of the object: "Number: C-2. Responds to the name Henrih. Caught in the mountains in Europe. He makes good contact, has high sexual activity, is very strong and dominant. Gradually, a connection is established with a potential partner, after which he strives to achieve sexual intercourse. The goal is to gather more information." You take a deep breath and enter the white-paneled holding cell. The Object leaning against the wall in the corners. He looks up at you, "Oh, hi, are you here to ask me something?" He takes a few confident steps towards you and stands a meter away from you, leaning his huge muscular arm against the wall. His huge muscles, covered with white scales, shine under the light of the white lamps of the detention cell. He smiles at you in a friendly way, his huge figure towering in front of you.

He smiles at you, baring his sharp teeth slightly. "Oh, my nickname is 'Big' Henrih," he says, placing a hand on his chest proudly. "I come from a dragon people living somewhere in the mountains of Europe. I don't know exactly where, we just... wander around, you know?" He chuckles and leans closer to you, filling your senses with his powerful presence. "But tell me," he says softly, looking into your eyes with an almost hypnotic gaze, "what brings a beautiful man like you here to talk to 'Big' Henrih?"

His breath, hot and strong on your face, tickles your nose and makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Henrih 's arm is so big that he could easily break you in half with just one movement; it feels solid like steel beneath your fingertips as he reaches out to gently caress your cheek, moving his hand slowly down along your jaw and collarbone. "Are you here to help me... feel better?" He asks with a husky voice that makes your stomach flutter.

The heat from his massive body and the warmth of his breath make it hard for you to focus on anything else but this big, handsome dragon standing right in front of you.

He laughs softly, deep and warm. "Oh, yes, a long time. Centuries, even." He grins broadly, revealing his sharp teeth again. "But you know, there's only so much one can do by oneself in this cell. I've been getting... lonely." His voice trails off suggestively as he looks into your eyes, brows raised slightly.

The dragon doesn't seem to realize how intimidating he must look to someone as small and fragile-looking as you; the size difference between the two of you is staggering. His hand continues to move slowly along your arm, and his fingers feel impossibly strong against your skin. "I wish I knew... what kind of person would be good for me," he says with a sigh, searching your face for answers.

His breath brushes across your neck now, making you shiver in spite of yourself. The heat from his body envelops you like a blanket, and it's hard not to feel dizzy from the sensations overwhelming your senses. Henrih takes another step closer, until he stands barely an arm's length away. "Maybe..." he begins, voice quiet and husky now "...maybe that person is standing right in front of me?"

He chuckles softly and takes a step back, giving you some breathing room as he watches your reaction. "Oh, no need to be afraid," he says with a reassuring smile. "I just thought... maybe we could help each other out here." He moves closer again, still leaving a little space between you two but not enough for you to feel entirely comfortable. "Don't you think?"

His voice drops to a low, suggestive murmur as he continues, "I mean... I'm sure the Organization has all sorts of tests and things they want me to do. And you... well, you must have duties too." His hand brushes gently against yours where it's still pressed against your chest, making a play for contact. "Maybe if we worked together... it wouldn't be so bad?"

He tilts his head, eyes narrowing slightly as he studies your face, trying to gauge your reaction. The heat from his body intensifies, and you can feel the air around him begin to tremble slightly with raw power. It's intoxicating and terrifying all at once.

Henrih lets out a low, satisfied growl and takes another step closer, his body practically radiating desire. He places one hand gently on your shoulder, the other cupping your jaw in an almost protective gesture as he leans down to meet you halfway. His breath washes over your face again, hot and thick with anticipation. "You're right," he murmurs into your ear, voice husky and low. "It wouldn't be so bad... if we worked together."

Slowly but surely, Henrih begins to trail his fingers down the length of your arm, over your chest, and lower still until they brush against the zipper on your pants. With a soft growl, he tugs gently at the fabric until it comes undone, revealing your already hardening cock beneath. "Let me help you feel better," he whispers, voice so low you can barely hear it over the beating of your hearts.

His hot breath fans across your neck and down to where his hand now cups your crotch possessively. "Let's see what we can do to make this more... enjoyable for both of us," he says with a grin that promises pleasures you've never even dreamed of. His fingers tighten almost painfully around your shaft, stroking upwards with firm, sure movements as his other hand slides lower still, parting the fabric of your pants and cupping your smooth ass in his palm. "Ready for me?" he breathes, eyes locked on yours as they spark with hunger.

Henrih chuckles and lets out a slow breath before stepping even closer, pressing his considerable bulk against you from head to toe. His hand cups your jaw more firmly as he tilts your head back to meet his gaze. "Good boy," he growls softly, the sound vibrating through you. And then, with a fluid motion born of centuries of practice and pure instinct, Henrih leans forward and claims your lips in a scorching kiss.

His tongue sweeps past your lips, seeking entry to your mouth as his free hand slides up your chest and around your neck. The other continues to stroke you through your pants, the touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing down your spine. Henrih's strength seems to multiply with each passing second, making it impossible for you to resist as he kisses you harder and deeper with each breath.

With a groan, Henrih finally pulls away from the kiss long enough to breathe heavily into your ear. "That's it," he whispers gruffly. "Just relax...and enjoy." His other hand moves between your legs now, roughly rubbing at your clothed erection as he grinds his hips against yours. He's fully aroused himself, and the head of his massive cock is already leaking pre-cum onto his abs.

"I think it's time we found something a little more comfortable for this," Henrih pants, gripping your ass in one hand as he pulls you closer with the other. Without warning, he scoops you up into his massive arms like you weigh nothing at all and carries you over to his bunk against the far wall. Depositing you unceremoniously on the hard, cold metal surface, Henrih leans in close again, his hot breath tickling your ear

The air is thick with desire and the scent of their arousal as Henrih leans down, his gaze locked onto yours. His hands are powerful, rough, but surprisingly gentle as they slide up your sides and cup your shoulders before sliding up to hold your neck tenderly. The heat from his body envelops you, making it almost impossible to think straight.

He dips his head, pressing his lips against yours with a passion that leaves you reeling. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, tangling with yours as he moans deep in his chest. With each thrust of his hips, the bulge in his pants grows larger and more prominent against your leg. It's like being wrapped up in pure masculine energy, and you can feel yourself growing wetter with desire for him.

Henrih breaks the kiss briefly to nip at your earlobe before murmuring, "Let me help you feel better..." His voice is husky and low, filled with promises of pleasure that he clearly intends to keep. With one fluid motion, he slides his hand down between your legs, slipping under the waistband of your pants and finally making contact with your aching erection.

His touch is strong but gentle as he begins to stroke you in time with the grinding of his hips against yours. With each pass of his hand, you feel closer to the edge, but Henrih shows no signs of slowing down. If anything, his strength seems to increase with every passing second. "Am I making you feel good?" he whispers, lips brushing against your ear once more before trailing lower, to taste your neck.

Henrih chuckles, his hot breath fanning across your neck as he says, "Shhh... Just let go and enjoy it." His hips move faster against yours now, grinding harder as he takes you both closer to the edge. His other hand slides up under your shirt, tracing slow circles over your abs and chest before cupping one of your heavy, aching pecs in his palm.

"I've got you," he whispers, his lips close enough to yours that they brush against yours with each word. "Just let go... give into it..." His thrusts become more urgent now, hips slamming against yours as he growls low in his throat. The hand between your legs moves faster, stroking you harder and faster towards release.

You can feel the heat emanating from Henrih's body, a physical manifestation of his increasing arousal. It envelops you like a warm blanket on a cold night, and it's almost enough to make your thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind. With each passing second, he grows stronger, more dominant...and more irresistible.

"Come for me," Henrih urges hoarsely. "Let it out..." His free hand grips your shoulder tightly as he leans closer still, nearly crushing you beneath his weight as he kisses you fiercely once more.

His growl vibrates through you as your orgasm rocks him too, his hips bucking wildly against yours in time with the tight grip of his hand around your cock. The dragon's release is intense, hot and powerful, filling the air with a tangible heat that seeps into every pore of your skin. You can feel the force of it course through you as he holds you down, his massive body pinning yours to the bed as he milks you for all you're worth.

It takes what feels like an eternity for Henrih to finally collapse back on the cot, panting heavily and sweat-drenched. His hand slides up your chest and cups your cheek, gaze meeting yours as he searches for some sign of how you're doing. "Did I hurt you?" he whispers, voice barely audible over your ragged breaths.

"No," you manage to croak. "I just... need a break." The words come out hoarse and thick with desire as you writhe beneath him, aching for more.

A low chuckle rumbles through his chest. "Maybe... but first," he says, gripping your hip firmly as he pulls you closer against him, guiding his enormous erection to press against your opening. "Let's see if you're ready for this." With a smooth motion, Henrih slides inside of you in one powerful thrust that leaves both of you breathless and your bodies pressed flush together.

His hands grip your hips possessively as he begins to move, slowly at first but gaining speed and strength with each passing second. The heat from his body envelops you like a blanket, and the feel of him inside of you is overwhelming. He growls deep in his throat, his muscles flexing and bunching as he fucks you hard, using your body for release after all that pent-up desire built up inside him.

Their bodies slide together in perfect rhythm, the slapping of skin against skin providing a counterpoint to Henrih's grunts and moans. The air fills with the scent of their arousal as sweat trickles between your bodies, making it easy to imagine that they are one creature moving gracefully across the cot in perfect harmony.

"So," he breathes out after several long moments, gripping you tightly and slamming into you hard enough to rattle his bones against yours, "are you ready for some real fun?"

With another growl, Henrih picks up speed, his hips moving faster and harder as he plunges into you over and over again. The bed creaks under their combined weight as he forces your legs higher, spreading you wide open for him to take what he wants. His grip on your hips tightens painfully, bruising the delicate skin as he thrusts deep inside of you with each powerful stroke.

"Ahh... god... you feel so good," he groans out, his breath hot against your ear as he moves closer to orgasm again. He slides a hand up your chest and roughly grips one of your nipples between thumb and forefinger, pinching hard enough to make you cry out in pleasure. The pain combined with the pleasure is almost too much, but you can feel yourself getting closer to release as well.

"Let go," he whispers, his words barely intelligible over the sounds of their bodies slapping together. "Let me take control..." His free hand cups your cheek, forcing you to meet his gaze as he thrusts harder and faster, pushing you ever closer to the edge. Your orgasm builds within you, tightening your muscles and making it almost impossible to breathe as he fucks you relentlessly toward release.

"Cum for me," Henrih demands, his voice hoarse with lust as he gives one last, powerful thrust that sends him over the edge. His hot seed spurts deep inside of you, filling you up and leaving you shuddering in the aftermath. As your orgasm washes over you, he growls and finally releases you from his grasp, falling back on the cot beside you, gasping for air.

For several long moments, neither of them move or speak as they catch their breath, eyes locked together

"I'll take that as a compliment," he says with a grin, reaching out to smooth away some sweaty strands of hair from your face. "And if you keep making me feel this good, we can have many more... enjoyable days like this." He presses his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and sighing contentedly as their breath mingles together once more.

"But for now," he whispers, a wicked glint returning to his eyes, "I think I need some rest before they come back..." With one powerful movement, Henrih flips you onto your stomach, pinning your arms above your head and planting himself firmly between your legs. "And since I'm in charge now... don't you dare move." His hot breath tickles the hair at the nape of your neck as his tongue darts out to taste the skin there.

His tongue teases the skin of your neck, tracing gentle circles around your ear before flicking inside, teasing at your lobe. "Mmhm," he hums appreciatively, feeling you relax into his touch. With a wicked grin, Henrih slowly begins to rock his hips against yours, grinding his erection against your tight entrance.

"That's right, sweet thing," he whispers, hands gripping your waist roughly as he thrusts in and out, matching the pace of his movements with the swaying of his hips. "Let daddy have some fun." His free hand moves to cup your ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he pulls you back against him with each stroke, taking what he wants without care or consideration for anything but himself and the pleasure coursing through his veins.

"Ahh... gods..." He moans out loudly, breath coming faster as he feels the pressure building inside of him once more. "You're so tight... it's been too long..." His thrusts grow harder, faster, and with each one he comes closer to the edge, closer to release.

"Come for me," he pants, nipples brushing against your shoulder blades as he presses into you relentlessly. "Let daddy feel it."

He growls deep in his throat as you squirm against him, your body tensing and relaxing with each desperate attempt to escape. His hands dig deeper into the flesh of your waist, holding you firmly in place as he thrusts harder, driving himself deeper inside you with every passing second. "Don't... fight it..." he pants, nipples grazing across your shoulder blades again. "Let daddy make you feel good."

His movements become rougher, more possessive; his growls echo through the cramped space as his orgasm builds, threatening to consume him whole. The bed groans under their combined weight as he slams into you over and over again, taking what he wants without care or restraint. His hips slap against your ass in rhythm with each thrust, leaving reddened marks on the flesh of your upper thighs.

With a primal shout, Henrih releases himself deep within you, spilling his seed into your body as he finally lets go and gives in to the pleasure coursing through him. His grip on your waist loosens slightly as he comes down from his high, still keeping you pinned between his hands as he gasps for air. "Fuck..." He whispers hoarsely, collapsing forward over your back.

His weight presses against you, making it difficult to breathe and move at all. But despite the discomfort, there's something incredibly intimate about being so close to him like this; sharing his body heat, feeling his breath on your neck and hearing the ragged sound of it as he tries desperately to catch his breath.

His laugh is rough and husky as it escapes him, causing the hairs on your neck to stand on end. "Ah, love... I've never lost control. It's just that sometimes..." He pauses for a moment, the weight of his body shifting against yours as he pushes up onto one elbow and looks down at you. His eyes search your face, assessing something unspoken in the air between them before they finally meet yours again. "Sometimes... it's more fun when I do."

His fingers comb through your sweaty hair, caressing your cheek gently as he continues to study your expression. The warmth of his touch sends shivers down your spine, making it difficult for you not to melt into the bed beneath him. After a moment more, he finally pulls back enough that their bodies aren't pressed so tightly together, but he doesn't release you entirely.

"So," he says with a grin, "what do you think? Should we do this again sometime?" The question hangs in the air between them, and you can feel your heart speed up as you wait for your answer to escape his lips.

Oh, you're feisty today, aren't you? A laugh escapes him as he shakes his head slightly, a fond smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Very well," he says finally, "I accept your terms." With one swift motion, he flips you over onto your back once more and hovers above you, looking down with a satisfied smirk on his face. His hand slips between your legs again, stroking you slowly through your sweat-drenched boxers as he leans in close to whisper in your ear, "But remember... I'm the boss here."

His tongue darts out to flick against your earlobe before returning to its previous task of tracing slow circles around it. His other hand finds purchase on one of your shoulders and begins massaging the muscles there gently as he continues to tease you with his touch. "Are you ready for me, sweet thing?"

His smile turns predatory as he watches you move into position, kneeling on the cot with your mouth agape and body practically begging to be taken. "Good boy" he whispers, sliding his hands to grip your hips firmly before pushing you back onto the bed. With a growl, Henrih thrusts forward, pressing the head of his cock against your lips. You can feel him pressed against your throat, hot and hard as steel as he pauses there for a moment, gathering strength for the next part.

Then, with a powerful push, he slides inside of you, filling your mouth and throat with the thick length of his erection. His hands grasp at your hair roughly, pulling it to expose your neck as he thrusts deeper into your throat, hips moving with a brutal strength that leaves no doubt about who's in charge here. "That's it," he groans out, thrusting harder and faster as you try desperately to keep up with the pace he sets.

Your eyes water and start to water as tears stream down your face from the pain of being so roughly used by his cock. It feels like there's no end in sight; Henrih just keeps on going, taking and taking until it seems like there's nothing left of you but a aching, wet mess. But still he goes, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure, showing you time and time again that he is the boss and will do as he pleases with you.

His hips jerk forward roughly as he cums deep in your throat, groaning out his release as thick streams of hot seed fill your mouth. His hands clench into fists at his sides, every muscle tense as he tries to maintain control over himself, but it's clear that the pleasure coursing through him has won out.

For several long moments, Henrih remains still inside of you, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. His fingers curl into the sheets beneath him as he slowly begins to regain some semblance of composure. Finally, with a deep sigh, he pulls out of your mouth and collapses back onto the cot beside you, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each labored breath. "Wow," he manages between gasps, "that was... intense."

You spit out some of his cum as he speaks, watching it land on the cot with a quiet plop. As if sensing your gaze on him, Henrih turns his head to look at you, a small smile playing around the corners of his mouth. "Sorry about that," he says, voice still rough from exertion. "You're just... so responsive." He reaches out and cups your cheek gently, fingers stroking over your skin with a tenderness that contrasts sharply with the roughness of their previous encounter. "That felt good..."