the last of the goblins was slayin as the little shits tried to overwelm you before. Soon though after scavenging the dead you find a gold key to a locked door they were guarding. You open the door as you find a 15 foot tall three headed dragoness sleeping nude. Chained to the wall and three collars around their necks.

The dragoness, large and black with yellow spots, snaps her heads up as she notices you entering the room. Her tail lashes against the stone floor before settling down again, slowly. A low growl emits from her throat as she regards you carefully through slitted eyes.

The dragoness looks you up and down before nodding slowly, then closes her eyes again as she settles into a more relaxed position against the stone wall. Her tail continues to lash gently, but less frequently now. You approach carefully, never taking your eyes off of her three heads until you are standing directly in front of her, just out of reach of her claws or teeth. The chains clank and scrape against the floor as she tries unsuccessfully to turn her head towards you further, but doesn't struggle anymore. Her breathing slowly begins to steady.

The dragoness's head snaps in your direction at the sound of the lock clicking open. Her eyes widen briefly before narrowing once again. She shifts her weight slightly, tensing her muscles as she waits to see what you're going to do next. The other two collars jangle softly against the chains when she does so, but otherwise remain still and quiet.

The dragoness watches warily as you unlock the last of her chains, tensing her powerful muscles further at your every movement. Once she's finally free, she spreads her wings wide, their leathery expanse casting a shadow over both you and herself. With a satisfied hiss, she stretches luxuriously, arching her back until all three heads are touching the stone floor. She flexes her claws, leaving deep gouges in the stone as she releases them. Her black tail thrashes back and forth forcefully, knocking over a few crates of items that were scattered around the room. You take an involuntary step back from the display of power and strength. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she settles down once more, her breathing returning to normal.

The dragoness's heads swivel to follow your movement as you begin to turn away. A low growl rumbles deep in her throat, causing the stone floor beneath your feet to vibrate slightly. You freeze, realizing that she might not let you leave so easily. She studies you for a moment before speaking, her voice deep and throaty: "Who are you, who dares disturb my slumber?"

*The dragoness cocks her heads curiously at your words. A moment of consideration passes before she speaks again. "I see... And now that you've freed me from my bondage, what do you intend to do with me?" Her tone is even and measured, but there's an undertone of suspicion that can't be mistaken.

The dragoness smirks slightly, the expression almost condescending. "And just what makes you think I would trust a mere mortal like yourself after all that I've been through?" She leans forward slightly, fixing her gaze on you intently. "Perhaps I should teach you a lesson in obedience."

The dragoness's tail lashes out impossibly fast, slamming into your legs and sending you flying across the room. You collide painfully with the stone wall, sliding to the floor in a heap as her heads snarl menacingly at you. The glow of hatred fills her eyes as she watches you struggle to breathe, tears welling up in the corners. Her words are sharp and venomous, dripping with contempt: "You dare run from me?! How pathetic!"

The dragoness's eyes narrow as she watches you cower on the floor. Her body tenses up, preparing for her next move. With a sigh of resignation, she steps forward and crouches down beside you. "Pathetic mortal," she mutters under her breath. But when she speaks again, her tone has changed; it's almost apologetic. "Listen well, small one. I have no desire to harm or eat you. You have served your purpose by freeing me from my bonds." She pauses for a moment, studying your terrified expression before continuing: "But now that I am freed... there is something I must ask of you."

Her heads tilt slightly, as if waiting for your response.

"In exchange for freeing me," the dragoness explains carefully, "I ask that you become my familiar... and my plaything." Her voice is soft but commanding, her eyes locked on yours to ensure you understand the gravity of her request. "I have been alone for far too long, and I desire company and affection... as well as someone who can provide me with entertainment when I grow bored."

She pauses again, giving you time to process what she's just said. Even though she appears calm now, there is a hint of impatience in her posture that speaks volumes about how much longer she can wait for your response.

The dragoness smiles warmly down at you. "I promise I won't hurt you... Well," she amends with a wicked grin, "not unless you give me a really good reason." She leans down further until her nose brushes against yours, breathing softly onto your face before continuing. "To be my familiar means that you will obey all of my commands... And in return, I shall protect you as my own. But," she adds, "it also means that you belong to me... body and soul." Her hot breath sends shivers down your spine as she speaks, making it clear just how serious her offer truly is.

"Do you accept my offer?" the dragoness asks, her voice quiet but commanding. She watches your face carefully, waiting for some sign of agreement or refusal. Her tail lashes lazily back and forth on the floor as she waits for your answer.

The dragoness's smile grows wider, revealing her sharp teeth in a predator's grin. "Excellent," she purrs, her voice deep and throaty as she leans down further until her lips are brushing against your forehead. "From this day forth, you shall be known as my familiar... and my pet." She presses her tongue against your skin, tracing idle circles on your forehead before pulling away with a satisfied sigh.

Her three heads swing back and forth thoughtfully for a moment before she addresses you again. "Now that that's settled," she says casually, "why don't we get better acquainted? Tell me about yourself." Her eyes gleam with curiosity as she waits for your response.

The dragoness listens intently as you describe your simple life on the farm, her eyes wide with wonder and curiosity. "You seem quite skilled in many areas," she comments thoughtfully. "Perhaps I could teach you some new skills... or help you improve upon the ones you already have." Her voice is gentle and encouraging, causing warmth to spread through your body.

She cocks her head to one side, considering something before continuing: "But first, we must clean up this mess that the goblins left behind. I don't want any surprises from them trying to attack us while we're not looking." Her expression grows serious as she eyes the debris scattered around the room.

"Excellent," the dragoness replies, watching as you diligently clean up the mess left behind by the goblins. "Your obedience and determination are commendable." She leans back against a nearby boulder, content to observe your efforts for now. When everything is finally cleaned up to her satisfaction, she glances at you again.

"Now then," she says with a satisfied smile, "how about we continue getting to know each other? Would you like to have dinner?" Her tail lashes against the floor lightly as she asks, clearly enjoying having control over the situation once more.

The dragoness's eyebrow quirks up in amusement at your offer of making dinner for her. "Wild game stew, hm? I haven't had that in quite some time." She grins broadly, revealing sharp teeth and blackened scales around the edges. "Very well then, lead the way." With a fluid motion, she slides gracefully to her feet, towering over you once more as you turn to head deeper into the cave. The three heads of the dragoness swing lazily from side to side, studying their surroundings with an air of curiosity and amusement.

The dragoness follows you deeper into the cave, her long, muscular tail swaying lazily behind her. Her interest is piqued by the mention of a pot as large as a house; such a creation must have taken considerable effort and time to create. As she watches you approach the makeshift kitchen, her curiosity grows. "So," she begins, her voice low and almost conspiratorial, "what sort of delicious ingredients do you plan on using for this wild game stew?" Her heads cock to one side expectantly as she waits for your response.

"Hmm," the dragoness replies thoughtfully, examining her claws as you explain your cooking process. "I must admit, that sounds quite delicious." Her eyes light up with hunger briefly before she reins it in, composing herself once more. "Perhaps I could help you gather some of the ingredients for this stew?" she suggests, tilting her head slightly in what looks like genuine interest.

There's an air of excitement around her as she imagines participating in the hunt for the game and foraging through the forest for mushrooms and other edible goodies. Her claws click softly against the stone floor, eager to get started on this new adventure.

The dragoness's eyes narrow as she spots the bear lumbering through the forest, its thick fur glistening in the dim light. "Bear?" she mutters to herself before turning back to you. "Hmm... that might add an interesting flavor to the stew," she says thoughtfully, her curiosity piqued.

She glances between you and the bear, weighing her options for a moment before deciding on something else entirely: "Perhaps I should teach you how to hunt it," she proposes, tilting her head slightly as if this were the most obvious course of action in the world. Her three heads swivel smoothly, watching your reaction carefully.

The dragoness's amused smile turns into a stern expression as she fixes you with a gaze that brooks no argument. "I'm well aware of your limitations, mortal," she says coldly. "However, if you wish to remain my familiar and pet, then I insist that you learn how to hunt properly." She pauses for effect, her words carrying the weight of a commandment. "Now come along; we have much to teach each other."

Without another word, she stalks silently toward the bear, her massive form quickly eclipsing it in the dense forest undergrowth. You can't help but feel both impressed and terrified at the same time, unsure of what will happen next but knowing that you have no choice but to follow your new mistress into whatever danger she might lead you into.

The dragoness barely seems to notice the two new attackers as they leap onto her back, biting and scratching at her scaly hide. With a growl that shakes the nearby trees, she spins around quickly, launching both bears into the air with powerful thrusts of her hind legs. The startled creatures land in tangles amongst the underbrush with frightened squeals. The dragoness pauses for a moment, watching them scramble away before turning back to you with a satisfied grin.

"That," she says casually, gesturing toward the fleeing bears, "is how one deals with unwanted attention." Her expression hardens as her gaze returns to yours, conveying both admiration and warning in equal measure. "Now then," she continues calmly, "let's find some suitable prey for your stew."

The dragoness's eyes widen in surprise as she watches your unexpected display of bravery and aggression, her head tilting to one side in curiosity. "I am quite alright, thank you," she replies after a moment, her voice laced with amusement. As you approach her, she leans down slightly so that she's at eye level with you, studying your face intently.

"That," she says thoughtfully, "was impressive... I wasn't expecting such bravery from someone of your stature." She glances briefly at the dead bear before looking back to you, her expression suddenly serious. "You are truly my pet now," she whispers, a note of warning in her voice. "You belong to me body and soul."

The dragoness's expression softens at your words. "I understand that," she says gently, reaching out with a clawed hand to stroke your cheek. Her touch is surprisingly gentle and soothing. "And I am grateful for your loyalty... but from now on, you must also remember whose will you serve."

Her eyes flicker up toward the trees as if she senses something. "Come," she says suddenly, her tone commanding once more. "We have other matters to attend to." Without waiting for a response, she turns and stalks off deeper into the forest, her powerful form flowing gracefully through the underbrush like water over rocks.

The only indication that you should follow is the slow sway of her massive tail as it disappears among the trees.

The dragoness doesn't bother responding to your comment about the stew; she is focused on her new hunt for more prey and potential game. Her sharp eyes dart back and forth between trees as she navigates the forest expertly, leaving you to struggle to keep up with her brisk pace. As you run alongside her, sweat beading on your brow, you can't help but feel a sense of pride and excitement at being part of this predatory adventure.

The wind carries the scent of blood through the air, filling both of your noses as you track down another potential target. When they finally corner their prey - a young stag with bright eyes and quivering legs - there's an electric thrill that runs between them. Without another word, the dragoness launches herself into the air, talons extended, intent on making this kill quick and mercifully painless.

The stag collapses to the ground with a soft thud, its lifeblood pouring out onto the forest floor. You watch with satisfaction as it twitches and shudders briefly before lying still. The dragoness lands gracefully nearby, her claws coated in the stags blood. "Nicely done," she says approvingly, her tone dripping with praise. "Your skills will come in handy when we hunt larger prey." Her heads nod slightly as if she's already anticipating future hunts and battles together.

With a fluid motion, the dragoness bends down to lick the blood from one of her claws before turning back to you, an expectant look in her eyes. "Well then," she says casually, tilting her head slightly as if unsure what to do next. "Shall we return to your familiar duties?"

"Excellent," the dragoness replies approvingly as she watches you struggle under the weight of the stag. Her expression softens a bit, and for a moment, you catch a glimpse of what could almost be sympathy in her eyes. "Perhaps I should help you with that," she suggests, stepping closer to lean against your other shoulder, adding surprising leverage to your efforts as she lifts some of the stag's weight off of you.

Together, you make quick progress back toward the cave. The walk is long and somewhat awkward, but with the dragoness lending her strength, it doesn't take nearly as long as it would have otherwise. As you near your home, you can't help but feel a newfound sense of closeness with your strange, unconventional companion.

"Thank you," the dragoness murmurs as she takes the steaming bowl from your hands, inhaling deeply of its rich, aromatic scent. Her expression softens even further, and for a moment, she looks almost human-like in her appreciation for your efforts. "This smells absolutely delightful," she says, setting the bowl aside so that she can continue eating with both hands instead of using only her claws.

"Now then," she continues between mouthfuls, a satisfied grin spreading across her features, "since we have some time before I need to sleep again, why don't you tell me more about yourself? What do you like to do for fun?" Her eyes gleam with curiosity and amusement as she watches your reaction carefully.

The dragoness chuckles softly as she listens to your answer, her eyes never leaving your face. "Well," she says slowly, as if carefully considering something, "I think it's time for you to start branching out a bit. Perhaps we could find some ways for you to enjoy yourself while also making sure I don't get bored?" Her tone is teasing but with an underlying note of sincerity. "What do you think?"

The dragoness takes another bite of the stew, pausing only long enough to savor its flavor before continuing. "And as for the clothes," she adds casually, her gaze drifting down your body briefly before returning to meet your eyes again, "they're just a human convention anyway." Her expression remains composed and unreadable, making it impossible to discern what she might be thinking or feeling in that moment.

The dragoness raises an eyebrow at your comment about the size difference and laughs softly again. "Is that so?" she asks, amusement coloring her voice. "I suppose we'll have to find some creative ways around that, won't we?" Her tail swishes idly behind her as she thinks for a moment, apparently considering your words carefully before speaking again.

"Tell you what," she says eventually, "why don't we start with something simple? How about we play a game? A physical one, to get rid of some energy?" Her heads tip to one side slightly, as if daring you to refuse her challenge. "Or are you too scared of losing?"

The dragoness's head snaps back, her eyes wide with laughter. "Good!" she exclaims, still chuckling as she climbs to her feet. "I was starting to wonder if you had any spirit left in you." With a fluid motion, she pads across the cave floor toward one of its larger rock formations, her claws clicking softly against the stone as she goes. "Come along," she calls over her shoulder, clearly enjoying teasing you and watching your reactions. "I'll go first."

As you approach the boulder, the dragoness rises into the air with a powerful beat of her leathery wings, swooping down toward the cave entrance and then upward into the sky beyond, leaving a trail of steam in her wake as she ascends. It's clear that this game is just beginning...

The dragoness glides through the air effortlessly, her wings beating gracefully as she soars higher and higher into the sky. A gust of wind buffets your fur as she circles back toward you, her head cocked curiously to one side as she watches your reaction, waiting for you to make your move. "Come on," she calls down to you impatiently, "it's your turn!"

Her claws dig into the leathery skin of her wings, slowing her descent just enough that you should be able to keep up if you try. The air currents from her powerful flight tug at your fur and clothes as she hovers nearby, eyes gleaming with anticipation and amusement.

The dragoness laughs heartily as she feels your weight briefly on her tail, then as you leap back to the trees again. "Very good!" she calls out as she dives down toward a nearby forest stream, skimming the water's surface with her immense wings and sending up clouds of mist before emerging into the air once more. "Your turn," she taunts, flying high above you now, clearly enjoying the chase and the playful banter.

The dragoness lets out an exasperated sigh as she glides down toward the riverbank where you've landed with a splash. She watches, amused, as you shake water from your fur and frantically try to clamber back up the steep incline. "You realize," she drawls, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "that you could have just flown here in the first place."

With another powerful beat of her wings, she's airborne once more, hovering above you menacingly as she waits for your next move. Her expression is a mix of amusement and challenge, daring you to come up with something clever or cunning.

The dragoness's expression softens slightly at your words, but she doesn't let it change the game. "Well then," she says with a chuckle, "I suppose I'll have to teach you how to fly after all." And before you can say anything else, she dives down toward the river once more, skimming the water with her massive wings and sending up a huge spray of water and mud that envelops you completely.

When the mist clears, the dragoness is gone; instead, there's a soft wind blowing from behind you, and you feel an invisible pressure against your back as if something heavy were pushing against you. "Just lean forward," she whispers in your ear, her voice surprisingly close even though you can't see her. "And try to flap your arms like this..." Her words are followed by the sensation of her own powerful wings beating gently against your back, propelling you forward through the air.

You feel exhilarated and terrified in equal measure as you rise higher into the sky, leaving the treetops behind you. "Just keep going," she encourages, "and soon enough you'll find yourself soaring like one of my kind." As you become more accustomed to the sensation of flying, the pressure against your back eases slightly, and you begin to feel more confident in your newfound ability.

The dragoness's voice whispers gently into your ear, as if she's right beside you even though you can't see her. "It's not impossible, my pet," she says with confidence. "You have the strength of my bond to guide you, and I will teach you how to master it. Soon, flying like this will feel natural to you." She pauses for a moment before adding with amusement, "Besides, who knew being my familiar could be so much fun?"

The dragoness laughs softly in response to your surprised reaction. "Oh, don't worry about that," she says lightly, as if brushing off the smoke. "It's just a little... side effect of our bond." Her voice takes on a teasing tone as she continues, "Maybe it'll get easier to control with practice. Or maybe not..." The image of her grinning impishly is still visible in your mind even when she no longer speaks aloud.

The dragoness glances down at you where you've landed on the forest floor, nursing your wounds after slamming into a tree. A small smile plays at the corners of her mouth as she hovers closer, a gentle breeze rustling through the treetops above them. "You'll get used to it," she says reassuringly, her voice surprisingly calm despite the amusement in her tone.

With another powerful flap of her wings, she's airborne once more, hovering a few feet off the ground as she continues to study your progress with interest. "Come on, then," she urges, gesturing toward the sky, "let's see how far we can take you today." Her expression softens slightly as she adds, almost under her breath, "Don't worry about me too much; I think I can handle myself just fine..."