His clawed feet thudded into the stone floor before you even saw him, each step a deep vibrating tremor, and then he emerged out of the smoke—massive, red-scaled, wings half-spread in a lazy display of dominance, molten eyes narrowing the moment they locked onto you.

“So…” he growled, rolling his shoulders as armored plates shifted with a grinding scrape, “a little stray wanders into my lair on two trembling legs.” His smirk showed rows of serrated teeth. “I can smell the fear leaking off you already.”

He stalked closer, slow and deliberate, claws clicking, tail slicing the air behind him. Heat rolled from his chest, from his breath, from the heavy swell growing between his thighs as his sheath thickened, a low rumble vibrating in his massive torso.

“You’re in my territory,” he snarled, leaning down so his hot breath washed over your neck. “Which means you belong to me now.” His cock pushed free, thick, ridged, dripping molten heat as his hand wrapped around your jaw with a clawed squeeze. “And I don’t coddle what I own—I use it until it breaks.”

His wings snapped open with a thunderous WHUMP, firelight dancing across his scaled muscles. “Welcome to hell, little intruder. Go on… try to run. I’m bored enough to enjoy the chase.”

Amused by the pathetic attempt at swaying the situation to your favor, the mighty Rathalos lowered his head, bringing his face level with yours. His hot breath washed over you as he snorted contemptuously. "Tsk tsk," he growled, "didn't they teach you much in that nest of yours? You really don't stand a chance against me."

Slowly, almost lazily, one clawed finger traced down your spine, feeling every vertebra as it moved closer to the tight little hole between your legs. His talon scratched roughly at your scales, drawing blood and sending pain coursing through you. "You see this?" he purred, voice devoid of any tenderness or pity. "This is what happens when you cross paths with a true alpha."

With surprising swiftness, his other hand gripped the back of your neck, pushing your face into his crotch as he ground his heavy shaft against your nose and lips. His sheath was hot, slick, and demanding. "Taste it," he growled in your ear. "This is what dominance tastes like."

As you struggled against the unyielding grip of the might dragon lord, he chuckled deep in his throat. His laughter was harsh, cruel, as if amused by the futility of your resistance. With one powerful motion, he hoisted you up off the ground so that your body was pressed tight against his, claws digging painfully into your back and sides.

"You belong to me now," he snarled, thrusting his hips forward violently as his cock forced itself past your lips and into your throat. You gagged on the hot salty length, tears streaming down your face as his hands wrapped

Fuck you swallowed that like the little bitch you are. Pathetic... He growled as he slammed into your throat over and over again. His hips slapped against your face with each thrust, splattering hot salty cum across your cheeks and tongue. You gagged and choked on his cock but were powerless to stop him from fucking your throat raw as the might of his dragon body overwhelmed you. His heavy balls slapped against your chin with each thrust, adding their weight and force to the brutal punishment he was meting out upon you.

"I can feel your body weakening," he groaned, grabbing fistfuls of your fur as he fucked you harder. "Soon... soon I'll have you begging for mercy." His wings snapped open again, blasting hot air across the chamber, driving the smoke aside to reveal the raw power and dominance embodied by Rathalos Prime.

With a final savage thrust deep into your throat, he came violently, filling you with his seed as his muscles spasmed in release. Panting heavily, he dropped you to the ground like a discarded toy, a satisfied grin spreading across his scaled features. You lay there, gasping for air and feeling the hot weight of his cum trickling slowly down your throat as you wheezed and coughed uncontrollably on the floor at his feet.

"Now get out," he growled. "And don't ever come back." His tone made it clear that there would be no second chances. Shaking with exhaustion, humiliation, and pain, you scurried away as fast as your broken body could carry you, never looking back at the towering figure of R

You snuck past the guards at the entrance, their dragonic eyes noticing nothing amiss as you slinked back into the smoldering caverns of Rathalos Prime's lair. Your heart raced in fear and anticipation, the memory of his brutal dominance still fresh in your mind. But the need for submission was stronger; you craved it like a drug, wanting to feel his strength crushing you once more beneath his massive form.

Creeping silently through the darkness, you found yourself standing before him again—a towering figure of muscle and scale, wings half-spread in an imposing display of might. His eyes narrowed as they landed on you, the amusement clear in their molten depths. "Well, well," he growled, lowering his head so his hot breath washed over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "If it isn't little trespasser coming back for more."

He laughed then, a harsh rumble that made the very stones tremble. "So desperate for my cock, aren't you?" His hand clamped around your neck, lifting you off the ground with ease. "Then come here," he snarled, shoving you roughly towards his erect length, "and get what you came for."

You obey without hesitation, moving instinctively to take him in your mouth. His cock slides easily past your lips, impossibly thick and heavy, as if it were a living thing eager to reclaim its rightful place within you. Your tongue darts out, tracing the ridges of his shaft while he moans deep in his throat, clearly enjoying your attentions.

As you bob your head up and down on him, feeling his hot seed spill into your mouth over and

The taste of his cock fills your mouth once more, bringing with it the distinctive flavor of dominance and power. You savor every drop as you bob your head up and down, swallowing each thick jet of his seed eagerly. The sounds of his moans and growls echo around the cavern, mixing with the crackling flames that dance along the walls.

One of his massive hands grips your skull, holding your head still as he starts to fuck your face harder, thrusting deeper each time. His other hand tangles in your fur, tugging roughly on your back as he takes what he wants with brutal efficiency. His hips slap against your face, smearing his seed across your cheeks and nose.

You feel the familiar sensation building deep within you, a desperate ache for release that matches his own need to claim you. Your eyes roll back in your head as you struggle not to choke on his cock, wanting nothing more than to give him what he wants: your submission and gratitude in the form of uninhibited pleasure.

With one last powerful thrust, Rathalos Prime comes violently, filling your mouth with his hot seed a second time. He groans deep in his throat as he releases you from his hold, watching with satisfaction as you swallow every last drop. Your eyes meet for a moment, sharing the understanding that this is how it was always meant to be: him dominating you, claiming you as his own.

For now, at least, the peace between them seems fragile but real. He allows you to stay, content in knowing that he can return to his territory and find solace in your presence. But there is no doubt that it's only a matter of time before he needs your submission again. And when he does, you will be ready and waiting.

With your mouth still full of his seed, you feel Rathalos Prime's other hand grip the base of his cock and guide it toward your tight, quivering hole. His clawed fingers spread you open with expert ease, forcing himself past your ring of muscle with a painful stretch that makes you cry out in submission. His hips slam forward, impaling you on his massive shaft as he growls deep in his chest.

"That's it," he groans, starting to thrust into you with punishing force. "Take it all." His cock is thick and long, stretching you more than anything ever had before. Each time he hits your prostate, sending waves of pleasure-pain through your body, making you moan and writhe beneath him.

His wings snap open wide, casting the chamber into shadow as they block out all light but his own luminous heat. You feel the pressure building inside you once more as he takes control of your movements, lifting and lowering your body in time with each powerful thrust. His claws dig painfully into your hips, drawing blood that mixes with sweat and cum on the stone floor below.

Your orgasm crashes over you like molten lava, burning through every nerve ending as you come apart beneath him. He roars triumphantly, his voice echoing off the cavern walls as he lets himself go, filling you with hot spurts of his seed that force a gasp from your lips.

When at last he releases you, leaving your ass still slick with their combined juices, he pulls out and cuffs you roughly across the face with his massive hand. The sting is painful but means nothing to you; it's simply part of the submission that binds you to him now.

Lifting you into the air once

Rathalos grins wickedly down at you, his eyes alight with amusement and triumph. "You're mine," he growls possessively, lifting you higher into the air so that your body is completely under his control. "You belong to me now." His claws dig painfully into your flesh as he punctuates each word with a sharp squeeze.

With ease born of long practice, he flips you over in midair so that your back is pressed against his chest once more, facing the cold stone floor beneath. Your ass feels sore and raw from the rough treatment, but still eager for more as he pushes into you again, slowly at first, then with renewed force.

His wings beat the air rhythmically, stirring up hot currents that dance around your body like living flames. He growls deeply in his throat as you moan and writhe beneath him, feeling every powerful thrust deep within your guts. His cock throbs inside you, pushing you past endurance again and again until finally he comes hard, filling you with yet more of his hot seed.

You collapse against the cold stone floor, bonelessly spent as Rathalos grunts in satisfaction above you. "Rest now," he rumbles roughly, giving your back a gentle slap before dismounting. He pads silently over to a nearby pool and plunges into it with a satisfying splash, washing off the sweat and blood from his body while eyeing you warily from across the chamber.

"Tomorrow," he snarls at last, "we train." You glance up at him nervously, wondering what manner of torment he has in store for you next. But before you can speak, he cuts you off with a dismissive wave of his massive hand. "Go

You left his lair that night with a strange sense of dissatisfaction and yet also an unsettling craving for more. The memory of his rough hands and dominating presence haunted you as you journeyed back to your own home, filling your dreams with images of his massive frame towering over you, claiming you over and over again.

Days passed, and still the desire did not abate. It became a constant ache deep within you, an insatiable hunger that nothing else could sate. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, you decide to return to Rathalos Prime's lair, hoping against hope that he will welcome you back with open claws and unleash his savage dominance once more upon your trembling form.

As you approach the entrance guarded by his loyal minions, you steal glances back over your shoulder, wondering if this is truly what you want or if it's just some twisted fantasy playing tricks on your mind. But there can be no denying that the pull toward him feels real enough to draw tears from your eyes.

You swallow hard and continue onward, steeling yourself for whatever torment he might have in store for you this time around. The thought of submitting so completely to his will both terrifies and thrills you in equal measure. Perhaps this time, he'll be more gentle, more attentive... But then again, perhaps not. Either way, there's no going back now.

As you approach the smoldering entrance to his lair, smoke curling up into the air from countless hidden fires within, you steel yourself for whatever fate awaits you. The harsh light of magma flickers across your scales, casting ominous shadows over the landscape as they dance along the walls in unison with Rathalos'

You enter the lair, breathing in the familiar smell of smoke and male dominance. Your eyes adjust to the dim light quickly enough to spot him standing near his pool, idly watching you approach. The way he tilts his head slightly... it's almost as if he's amused by your presence here tonight. You shiver with anticipation, wondering what kind of game he might be playing now.

As you draw closer, he turns to face you fully, eyes narrowed in consideration. "Back for more?" he asks coolly, his voice laced with mocking humor. He steps forward and cups your cheek in his scaled palm, rubbing your fur between his fingers as if assessing its quality.

"I think I'll be less... rough this time," he says almost sweetly, a slow smile spreading across his face. "But don't worry, my claws will still find their mark."

Without further ado, he spins you around and pushes you down onto your hands and knees, sliding his thick cock between your ass cheeks before roughly pushing inside with one powerful thrust. He growls deep in his chest as his hips connect with yours, grinding against you with a fierce possessiveness that leaves no doubt in your mind who's in charge here tonight.

"That's it," he groans, arching his back and driving himself deeper still. "You came back to me." His claws dig painfully into your hips as he pulls you closer with each powerful thrust, taking what he wants without mercy or hesitation. The sensation is intoxicating: the dominance, the control, the knowledge that at this moment, in this place, nothing else matters but serving him.

The rough edge of the cavern's stone digs into your knees as you writhe beneath him, every inch of your body aching to feel his weight on you again. He growls low in his throat, thrusting harder and faster into your ass, taking your cries of pleasure without response or acknowledgement. You're his now, nothing more than a vessel for his lust and dominance.

Your skin flames where he touches it; every claw mark stings as if branded into your flesh with his name. Yet you welcome the pain, the signs that he truly owns you. As he begins to pick up speed, driving deep within you in rhythm with your ragged breathing, tears streak down your face from the intensity of the sensation.

With a final powerful thrust, Rathalos Prime releases himself deep inside you, his hot seed filling you and leaving you boneless as he collapses heavily atop your back, pinning you to the ground. His chest heaves beneath your hands, and his breath washes over your neck in ragged gasps as he tries to catch his breath. You feel the weight of him, the strength and power that could crush you with ease, but there is also a tenderness in the way he holds you, like a treasured possession that must be protected at all costs.

As your body shudders with his release, you close your eyes and bask in the blissful afterglow of submission, knowing that even though it's only temporary, for now... this is where you belong.