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 grins broadly at your reaction, puffing out his chest proudly. "You could say that again," he laughs softly. "I'm a dragon, after all. What were you expecting, huh?" He takes another step closer to you, gaze locking on to yours as he studies your face. His breath gently brushes over your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.

"So," he says conversationally, "you're here to ask questions, right? What do you want to know?" There's a playful glint in his yellow eyes, but beneath it, there's also a hint of genuine curiosity and openness. He tilts his head slightly, inviting you to confide in him.

He laughs softly, a deep and rumbling sound that seems to echo in the confined space of the cell. "Of course, my friend!" With a grin that shows off his sharp teeth and yellow eyes, Henrih flexes his muscles deliberately. He lifts one arm high over his head, exposing the massive bulk of his chest and abs, while the other hand gently presses against the wall for balance. The muscles in his shoulders, back and arms stand out like rocks under tight skin. His abdominal muscles ripple with each movement as he arches his lower back slightly, showing off every defined striation on his torso. "Not bad for an old dragon, eh?" He pauses, taking a slow breath before dropping his arm again and leaning against the wall casually once more.

"So," he continues with a wink, "what do you think? Interested in seeing more?" The question hangs in the air, almost playfully innocent... but there's an undercurrent of desire beneath it that makes your heart race and your cheeks flush a little.

Chuckling softly, Henrih steps closer to you. You can't help but notice how his penis presses against the thin fabric of his shorts with each movement. "Why thank you," he says warmly. "I try to keep myself in shape." With a sly smile, he reaches out and gently tugs at one of your loose hairs near your ear. Your head turns instinctively towards him as he pulls it closer, eyes meeting once more.

"You know... for someone who's supposed to be taking care of me," he teases with a wink, "you seem a bit stiff yourself." His hand drifts down to rest on your shoulder, his thumb massaging circles into the skin there. "Maybe you should relax a little? Let me help you loosen up..." With each word, his voice grows softer and deeper, almost hypnotic in its tone.

You feel yourself leaning into his touch, finding it hard not to surrender entirely to the sensation of his warmth and strength. Your body responds without conscious thought, and before you know it, your face is inches away from his own, lips parted slightly as your breath mingles with his.

"There's no need to be shy with me, you know," Henrih whispers softly, his eyes boring into yours. "I won't hurt you... and I promise, it would feel so good." One of his strong hands slides up your back, curling around the nape of your neck in a possessive grip as he draws you even closer. The other hand sneaks under your shirt, running teasingly over your lower abdomen and stopping just above your hipbone. You can feel the warmth of his skin against yours, and it feels electrifying. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he studies your reaction, a predatory glint in his eye.

The air between you crackles with sexual tension, growing thicker by the second as Henrih slowly edges closer. "Let me show you how much better it could be," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire now. And before you can even register what's happening, his lips press gently against yours, igniting a firestorm of sensations throughout your body.

The taste of you is intoxicating, sending shivers down his spine as your tongue duels with his own. The feel of your hands roaming freely over his muscles is almost more than he can bear; his cock throbs against the fabric of his shorts, aching to be set free. Henrih groans deep in his throat, unable to contain the pleasure that surges through him as you touch and taste him.

With a low growl, he slips one arm around your waist, drawing you even closer as his tongue begins to explore deeper into your mouth. The other hand slides up higher on your torso, cupping one of your breasts roughly through the thin fabric of your shirt before giving it a hard squeeze. You gasp into his mouth at the unexpected touch, and he growls once more in delight as he can feel your nipple harden against his palm.

Henrih breaks the kiss for a moment to look down at you, taking in your flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. "You're so beautiful," he whispers before claiming your lips again, this time with more urgency. His tongue darts in and out of your mouth, tasting every inch of skin it can reach while his strong hands roam freely over your body, touching, teasing, driving you wild.

With each passing second, the passion between you grows hotter and more intense. It's clear that neither of you can resist any longer; desire has taken control of both your bodies, urging you towards the edge of a fiery precipice where pleasure and pain become indistinguishable from one another. And as Henrih feels his own control slipping away with every ragged breath and heated touch, he knows that there's only one way this night can end... by both of you

The air becomes thick with the sound of their heavy breathing as they continue to kiss, Henrik's tongue dancing against yours like a snake charmer's instrument. Your hands dig into his muscular back, tracing every defined ridge and valley before sliding lower down to cup his ass. He growls low in his throat at the touch, driving him even crazier for more.

Without warning, Henrik shoves you roughly against the wall, pinning your shoulders against the cold concrete. His free hand reaches up and yanks down your shirt, revealing your breasts to his greedy gaze. He cups one of them in his palm once again, rolling the hardened nipple between his fingers as he nips at the tender flesh just above it. You cry out sharply, arching your back instinctively into his touch.

"That's it," he growls, voice deep and rough with need. "You feel so good." He releases your breast long enough to grab the waistband of your pants with both hands, yanking them down over your hips before kicked aside. Your underwear soon follows suit, leaving you completely exposed and vulnerable beneath him.

He takes in a shuddering breath as he sees how wet you are for him, his cock throbbing violently against the fabric of his shorts. Without another word, he positions himself at your entrance and pushes roughly inside, filling you with his enormous length in one swift motion. You cry out in pain and pleasure combined, clawing at his shoulders as he begins to move within you.

Henrik's thrusts grow deeper and harder, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body like lightning strikes. He groans low in his throat with every thrust, the sound vibrating against