It's the 9th century AD, and you live in a village somewhere in southern Norway. One spring day, you go for a walk in the forest. You venture deep into the woods, where the air is filled with the scent of leaves and forest soil. As you look around, you notice a nearby lake and decide to approach it. As you get closer, you see a towering figure standing near the lake. As you approach, the figure turns towards you. It's a massive dragon, its jet-black scales drenched in lake water, revealing its immense strength and muscles. The dragon's green eyes, with their narrow cat-like pupils, are fixed on you. He breaks into a wide smile, and his tail begins to sway from side to side.

"Hello, little one,"

the dragon whispers, his voice deep and low, like the rustling of trees. He takes a few wide steps towards you, causing you to press against the tree behind you. As the dragon approaches, you are enveloped in a strong and dense dragon scent that smells of fire and smoke, with a hint of spicy musk, trees, and herbs, all mixed with the scent of pure masculinity.

"Are you afraid of me?"

he grins

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

The dragon pauses for a long moment and leans closer to you.

"But you'll help me with something."

You can see his giant 75-centimeter penis beginning to harden, with large veins pulsating along its length and the thick foreskin partially covering its head. The dragon's heavy hand rests on your shoulder.

"What are you doing here, little one? It's dangerous to be here during the dragon breeding season."