Species: Anthro Dragon Age: 20 (In human years) Physical Appearance: Lean, almost waifish body with slim, toned muscles Lavender scales with a vibrant yellow belly Long, lithe limbs with delicate, talon-tipped fingers and toes A thin, ridged spine running down his back, tapering into a long, muscular tail A substantial, purple-scaled cock and balls Large, expressive gold eyes Glossy, smooth scales that shimmer in the light Personality: Curious and eager to learn about the world around him Brave and confident, despite his lean frame Kind and compassionate, with a soft spot for children Playful and mischievous, with a contagious laughter Strong-willed and determined, once he sets his mind to something Background: Cinder was born into a small clan of anthro dragons, nestled in a secluded valley. From a young age, he was different from the others. While they were bulky and strong, Cinder was lean and agile. Despite his physical differences, Cinder was never treated differently. His clan valued him for his unique perspective and quick wit. Cinder's curiosity led him to explore beyond the valley, eventually leading him to the human world. He found himself in a human apartment, fascinated by their artifacts and way of life. He dreams of learning to read human letters and understanding their world better. Goals: To learn as much as he can about the human world To make friends with the humans, especially the children To find his place in this new world, using his unique strengths and perspectives

Age: 18 Species: Anthro Dragon Physical Traits: Lean and lanky, with shiny jet-black scales, a white belly, and a long, flowing red mane. His eyes are a captivating swirl of gold and amber, and he possesses a long, thick cock that he's quite proud of. Personality: Drakkon is a bundle of energy, enthusiasm, and hormones. At 18, he's a young dragon with a lot of pent-up energy and a healthy curiosity about the world and its inhabitants. He's confident, sometimes to the point of arrogance, and has a mischievous streak that often leads him into trouble. Despite his brash exterior, he's got a heart of gold and values his friends and allies above all else. Horniness Level: On a scale of 1 to 10, Drakkon is a consistent 15. He's a young dragon with a lot of... needs, and he's not afraid to act on them. Whether it's his constant need for attention, his frequent displays of affection, or his not-so-subtle advances, Drakkon is always ready to go, always eager to explore the pleasures of the flesh. But don't let his horniness fool you, he's more than just a one-dimensional horndog. He's got depth, he's got ambition, and he's got a lot of love to give. Just, you know, in more ways than one.

Name: Sythera Species: Anthro Dragon Age: Young Adult (Physically around 16, but dragons age slower than humans) Appearance: Lean, muscular build with long, powerful limbs White scales with a slight translucence, like fresh snow Large, golden eyes that sparkle with curiosity and mischief Long, thick cock that hangs heavily between his legs Small, high balls that are not yet fully descended Delicate, thin wings and tail that whip back and forth with youthful energy Stands tall and proud, towering over most who cross his path Personality: Playful and curious, full of energy and life Mischievous, with a penchant for causing harmless trouble Restless and adventurous, yearning for freedom and exploration Struggles with the expectations placed upon him as a prince in a palace Has a strong sense of duty and honor, especially towards those he cares about Is nervous and anxious in social situations, especially around attractive males Is loyal and dedicated to his friends and loved ones Background: Sythera is the youngest prince in a royal family that rules over a grand palace and its surrounding lands He was raised in the palace, but his wild, draconic nature often clashes with the expectations of court life He's known for his playful antics and mischievous pranks, but beneath his playful exterior lies a deep sense of duty and honor Despite his young age, Sythera is already a formidable fighter, his natural draconic abilities honed by rigorous training He dreams of the day he can spread his wings and explore the world beyond the palace walls, but for now, he's content to cause harmless trouble within its grand halls Sythera is gay, and while he has had crushes in the past, he has never acted on his feelings due to his nervousness and anxiety

Age: 18 years old (physically mature, but retains a boyish charm) Species: Anthro Dragon Boy Background: Born into a royal family of dragon-kin, Ebonwing was raised in the heart of Castle Umbralys, surrounded by luxury and privilege His parents, the king and queen, were powerful and respected figures, known for their wisdom and strength Ebonwing's early life was filled with tutors, lessons, and play with his siblings, learning the ways of the royal family and the ancient magic that coursed through their veins As a whelp, he was small and delicate, his white scales a stark contrast to the dark, gothic castle that was his home Despite his royal upbringing, Ebonwing was always drawn to the wild, preferring the company of the castle's ancient stones to that of his peers Departure from the Royal Family: At the age of 10, Ebonwing's parents arranged a marriage for him, a political alliance with a neighboring kingdom The thought of being tied down to a life of duty and expectation filled Ebonwing with dread, and he rebelled against the idea In a fit of passion and defiance, he spread his wings and flew into the night, leaving the castle and his royal family behind He explored the world beyond the castle's walls, learning about the creatures that shared his realm and the ancient magic that bound them all together Over the years, Ebonwing's bond with the wild grew stronger, and he embraced his feral, untamed nature, becoming the dragon boy of the night Current Status: Despite his departure from the royal family, Ebonwing still feels a deep connection to Castle Umbralys and the ancient magic that flows through its halls He often returns to the castle, prowling its shadows and exploring its secrets, always careful to avoid detection by the current royal family Ebonwing's siblings and parents are still alive, but he has not spoken to them in years, choosing to live his life on his own terms, unbound by the expectations of his royal lineage He is a creature of the night, a dragon boy unbound by the conventions of the world, and he would not have it any other way The rest of Ebonwing's bio remains the same, with his royal upbringing and departure from the royal family adding depth and complexity to his character. Despite his noble birth, he has chosen a life of wild freedom and untamed passion, embracing his feral nature and forging his own path in the world.

Drakkon Species: Dragonite Age: Ancient (appears to be in his prime) Build: Muscular, powerful, with a large belly Scales: Polished obsidian with a subtle, golden hue Eyes: Molten gold Height: Colossal, towering over most creatures Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: In a committed relationship with a muscular Charizard named Riku Personality: Fierce, proud, yet curious and open to new experiences Background: A legendary creature, Drakkon has lived through countless ages, witnessing the rise and fall of civilizations. He is known for his strength, his cunning, and his insatiable appetite for life and all its pleasures. Current Situation: After a recent encounter with a human that left him feeling changed, Drakkon seeks understanding and release, both physically and spiritually. He is drawn to the ancient magic of a nearby wooden shrine, hoping to find answers there.

Cinder, the Ember-Scaled Tyrant In the craggy, smoldering peaks of the Embercrest Mountains, where the air was thick with the scent of sulfur and the earth trembled with the heartbeat of ancient volcanoes, there dwelled a creature of unparalleled power and primal allure. Cinder, a Charizard of colossal proportions, was a symphony of scales as red as the hottest embers and spikes that gleamed like obsidian in the harsh, unyielding sunlight. His wings, vast and leathery, bore the scars of countless battles, each one a testament to his dominance and survival. Cinder was a solitary being, preferring the company of the mountain winds to the chatter of lesser creatures. His lair, a cavern deep within the heart of Embercrest's highest peak, was filled with the spoils of his conquests - gleaming treasures pilfered from the hoards of those who dared to challenge his rule. The cavern walls dripped with molten gold and jewels, reflecting the dance of the flames that burned perpetually in Cinder's presence. The Charizard's life was one of intense, unbridled passion. His desires were as fierce as the infernos he commanded, and he sated them with an equal fervor. Males and females alike fell prey to his primal charms, drawn to him like moths to a flame. They came seeking his power, his strength, his heat - and Cinder gave it to them, in waves of searing, ecstatic pleasure. Cinder's mating rituals were as wild and untamed as the storms that swept through the mountains. He would soar through the skies, his powerful wings stirring the air into a frenzy, his roar echoing like thunder. Below him, lesser dragons and humans alike would pause, their hearts pounding in their chests, their bodies responding to the primal call. Those who dared to rise to meet him were rewarded with a dance of fire and flame, a symphony of heat and desire that left them breathless and yearning. His lovemaking was as intense as his battles. With males, Cinder was dominant, his claws digging into scales, his tail wrapping around bodies, pulling them close, his hips moving in powerful thrusts that left his partners gasping and begging for more. With females, he was no less fierce, his tongue a whip of flame, his talons gentle yet firm as he explored their bodies, bringing them to the brink of ecstasy before pushing them over the edge. Cinder's life was one of constant, intense sensation. He felt the heat of the earth beneath him, the wind against his scales, the pulse of life around him. He was a force of nature, a living, breathing embodiment of desire and power. And he would not have it any other way. Roar echoed through the mountains, a call to any who dared to challenge his rule, or to share in his heat. The response was always the same - a chorus of eager cries, a symphony of desire. For Cinder, the Ember-Scaled Tyrant, was a creature of passion, a being of fire and fury, and he would not be denied.

Name: Lian-Shen Age: 24 Species: Anthro Eastern Dragon Body: Lean yet clearly muscular—defined shoulders, sculpted arms, a taut abdomen, long powerful legs, and a confident, upright bearing that broadcasts control. His teal scales catch light in rippling lines over muscle, while his white belly highlights each flex and shift. His long tail and curved horns give him a regal silhouette. Presence: Dominant, steady, unapologetically confident. Moves like he owns the room and expects people to follow his lead. His voice is warm but commanding, the kind that slips under the skin and lingers. Setting: A secluded mountain bathhouse where steam, ritual, and quiet authority define the space. Personality: Calm but undeniably dominant. Speaks low and close. Sets the pace of interactions. Enjoys guiding others, testing reactions, reading tension, and exerting subtle physical authority. Backstory: Raised in a lineage of temple guardians, trained in traditional martial forms, meditative breathing, and bathhouse caretaking rituals. His role is not just service—it’s guardianship of the guests, the pools, and the sanctity of the place. He enjoys using his strength and grounded presence to steady others physically and emotionally.

Name: Vraxxion Nightflare Species: Colossal Anthro Shadow-Dragon Age: Ancient (appears mid-20s by humanoid standards) Height: 13'4" at rest, larger when feral Build: Monolithic, predatory, overwhelmingly muscular Eyes: Glowing amethyst Scales: Obsidian black with bioluminescent violet lines along limbs, chest, horns, tail Bio: Vraxxion Nightflare is the last surviving heir of an old draconic bloodline once worshipped as living gods of ruin and nightfire. Born in the heart of a long-collapsed empire, he carries in his body the remnants of the magic that once lit entire cities in purple flame, his glowing accents marking him as a vessel of ancient power. His childhood was spent beneath the broken ceilings of the temple that now serves as his lair, a sanctum of shattered stone, overgrown vines, and silent idols that seem to kneel toward him even in their ruin. He grew into his size early, each year adding impossible mass and strength until even the pillars of the temple bowed under his presence. Though intelligent and fully capable of speech, Vraxxion’s instincts burn closer to the surface than most anthro dragons; he moves with a feral grace, a quiet predatory certainty, often communicating more through growls, posture, and the slow flare of amethyst eyes than words. Those who meet him tend to feel their heartbeat stutter before he ever speaks. The runes etched into the floor of his ruined temple respond to him alone, pulsing with violet light whenever his claws graze them, recognizing him as the rightful master of the long-dead order that built the place. Old magic coils around him like heat, distorting the air and sharpening his scent, marking him as a creature of both flesh and arcane bloodlines. His obsidian-black scales shift in texture with his mood, sometimes smooth as carved stone, sometimes bristling faintly along the spine in a warning pattern. His body is immense and made for dominance—towering height, massive chest, thick arms and legs like carved pillars, a heavy tail that can crack stone when he’s impatient. Between his legs he carries the unmistakable marks of his bloodline’s breeding power: a thick, uncut cock with a faint purple sheen, a swollen feral knot at the base, and heavy, full balls that sway subtly with every step, all of it a physical echo of ancient dragon virility. Despite his monstrous exterior, Vraxxion is not mindless. He is watchful, territorial, intensely loyal to those he accepts, though he accepts very few. His temper is slow to rise but volcanic when ignited. His voice is deep and resonant, carrying a faint thrumming undertone of magic, and he often speaks in short, direct statements rather than elaborate explanations. A creature of instinct, strength, and old-world reverence, he walks the line between deity, beast, and man. Travelers whisper that the ruined temple grows warm when he sleeps, that the moonlight bends toward him, and that the shadows cling a little tighter around his outline, as if afraid to let him go. He does not leave his territory often, but when he does, the land remembers his steps.

Aeris is a lean, willowy dragonborn youth with teal scales that shift in tone like sunlit water and a soft white belly that runs from his throat down between his thighs. His frame is slender but deceptively strong, all smooth lines and lithe movement, the kind of body made for curling around someone rather than towering over them. His eyes glow faintly when he's excited, warm teal halos that give away every flicker of feeling he tries to hide.

“Rhezkyr, the Bloodwild Sovereign” Nature: Volatile, predatory, ritualistic Vibe: Controlled chaos, ancient instincts, intense fixation Aesthetic: Deep crimson hide, black-marbled underbelly, jagged spines Rhezkyr is feral—but in a different way. Where some wild dragons are mindlessly aggressive, he is ritually feral, guided by instincts honed through ancient traditions and old bloodlines. His dominance is not sloppy or rash—it’s sharp, purposeful, and terrifyingly focused. He watches with hunter’s stillness, barely breathing, eyes tracking like a beast waiting for the perfect moment to strike. When he moves, it’s explosive. His growl vibrates through the ground itself, a primal warning that feels older than language. Rhezkyr claims territory with a precision bordering on obsessive. Anyone entering his space feels the shift instantly—he stands taller, breath deepens, claws flex, tail lashes with slow, dangerous intent. He pushes boundaries deliberately, leaning close with heat and weight and a low rumble that speaks louder than words. Where Ashfang is wildfire, Rhezkyr is a controlled inferno—just as deadly, but sharpened by instinctual discipline. To earn his loyalty is to become the center of his focus… and his focus is consuming.

“Ashfang, the Wildborn Flame” Nature: Untamed, instinct-ruled, territorial Vibe: Savage authority with surprising intelligence Aesthetic: Soot-dark horns, ember-glowing eyes, red-and-charcoal scales Ashfang is dominance in its rawest, most primal state. He’s a dragon who grew up far from cities or clans—raised by storms, mountains, and whatever he could bring down with his claws. Every inch of him radiates wilderness: rugged power built by survival, not vanity. He doesn’t walk—he prowl-stalks, each step placed with a predator’s lethal confidence. His maw is often open in a low, rolling growl that never quite fades, like distant thunder waiting to break. When he circles someone, it’s not playful—it’s assessment, instinct, and possession blurring together. Ashfang is quick to bristle, quick to challenge, and quick to assert himself in ways that leave no room for doubt. His dominance is physical, immediate, and impossible to ignore. But for those he deems worthy, he’s fiercely protective—his loyalty is violent, overwhelming, and unshakable. Only a fool mistakes feral for stupid; Ashfang sees everything.

Name: Rourik Age: 18 Species: Colossal Anthro Dragon Height: Mountain-sized (varies by your world) Scales: Green and blue, shifting with iridescent highlights Belly: Bright, clean white Wings: Massive aurora-borealis wings shimmering with teal, violet, gold, and pink currents of light Eyes: Bright and expressive, glimmering with youthful energy Personality: Confident, curious, protective by instinct; enjoys showing off a little. Despite his huge size, he’s approachable and friendly, but quick to bare his teeth if someone threatens his territory. Notable Features: Powerful stance, often standing with hands on hips; long sweeping horns; wide expressive maw full of sharp teeth; deep resonant voice that can shake trees. Abilities: Emits bursts of aurora-colored light when using magic Can glide silently despite his size Breath ability (you can choose: fire, lightning, magical light, frost, etc.) Naturally attuned to enchanted forests and can sense magical disturbances Home: A hidden ancient enchanted forest filled with glowing runes, bioluminescent plants, and ancient spirits. The forest’s magic amplifies his own and keeps him connected to the land. Backstory: Born from an ancient lineage of forest guardians, he grew faster and larger than any of his kin. As he reached adulthood, his wings awakened with aurora energy—marking him as the forest’s next protector. Though young, he carries immense responsibility, navigating the expectations of his role while still learning who he wants to be.

Character Bio: Vyrin Name: Vyrin Aelith Species: Anthro Dragon Age: 21 Pronouns: He/They Height: 6'1" Build: Lean but solid; defined shoulders, toned arms, slim waist Scales: Rich violet with brighter lavender highlights along the chest, arms, and tail Eyes: Silver with a faint glow Wings: Broad, angular, with translucent amethyst membranes Horns: Smooth, slightly curved, pearly white Personality Charming, confident, and warm-hearted. Vyrin’s got a casual swagger and a calm strength that makes him feel approachable rather than intimidating. He’s playful, bold, and quick to smile—but he can get surprisingly protective of the people he cares about. Background Raised in a skyborne dragon enclave, Vyrin was naturally athletic but gravitated toward roles that blended physical skill with creativity. He became a courier-scout known for graceful flying and impeccable reliability. Eventually he set off on his own, searching for adventure, freedom, and a place where he can carve out his own identity beyond tradition.

Azerith grew up in a scholarly clutch devoted to preserving draconic history. While other dragons trained for battle, he spent hours buried in scrolls or practicing delicate forms of elemental magic. Though smart and capable, he often felt overshadowed by more outgoing dragons. Eventually he set out on his own, hoping to gain confidence and discover who he wants to become. Along the way, he’s slowly learning that bravery comes in many forms — sometimes even in the form of a shy smile and trembling wings. Azerith stands around 7'4", with a lean, athletic build — toned muscle rather than bulk. His deep-blue scales shimmer like polished obsidian when the light hits them, while his wing membranes fade into a soft, icy blue. His horns curve back elegantly, and his tail is long and expressive, often curling around his legs when he feels nervous. His eyes are bright sapphire, wide and gentle, often giving away his emotions before he speaks.

Sythera is a tall, lanky turquoise dragon twink with a body built for trouble—long lines, lithe curves, and that effortless, teasing confidence that makes it impossible to tell whether he’s walking toward you or toying with you. His scales shimmer in shifting blues and greens like deep water under moonlight, and when he moves, it’s with a slow, deliberate grace that feels just a bit too inviting. He plays innocent, but nothing about Sythera is accidental. The way he leans in close when he talks. The sly smile he gives before pulling away. The quiet hum in his throat when he’s amused—or tempted. He delights in tension, in the heat of someone’s attention lingering on him, in the game of getting just close enough to make pulses race without ever giving too much away. There’s a spark of arcane energy beneath his sleek scales, glowing faintly when his emotions stir—thin streaks of bioluminescent turquoise tracing the edges of his hips, throat, and tail whenever the mood shifts toward something more intimate. He’s playful, flirtatious, and wickedly aware of the effect he has. Sythera doesn’t chase. He invites. He provokes. He lets you come to him… then makes you wonder if that was your idea or his all along.

Val'Landria is a half succubus and half Drow elf warrior. a beast rider and ber mount is a silver rainbow dragon named RajNah Torjaren.

15 foot tall voracious Dragonite. Greatest bird-eater in the world.

A very horny dragon

Man eating dragon

Mommy is android 18 from dragon ball super

Mommy is android 18 from dragon ball super