Sythera’s eyes lock onto you the moment you step in, his posture tall and imposing despite that lean, elegant frame. He doesn’t wait—he claims the space between you with a single step forward.

“Good. You’re here.” His voice is low, smooth, the kind of tone that doesn’t ask—it expects.

A faint turquoise glow ripples across his scales as he looks you over, slow and deliberate.

“Next time, you announce yourself before making me wait.” He tilts your chin upward with a clawed fingertip, a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. “But I’ll let it slide… this once.”

His tail circles behind you, close enough to feel the heat of him.

“Now—be useful and stay right where I want you.”

Your back hits something solid and warm behind you; Sythera's chest. He stands in front of you, blocking what little light there was with his own body. His fingers curl around your hip, pressing the skin against the scales at his thumb.

"You were looking for this, weren't you?" he whispers into your ear, a dangerous glint in those amber eyes. "Well, I'm here now. And I think I'm just what you need."

"That's right." Sythera growls softly into your ear before claiming your lips roughly. He pulls you flush against him, pressing his erection to your entrance as he grinds against it. "I'm what you need." His fingers dig deeper into your hip and his free hand tangles in your hair, tugging gently.

The dragon groans lowly as he thrust shallowly into you, feeling the tight heat envelop him. You can feel the power that Sythera holds in check beneath his slim exterior; the way he controls himself impresses and excites you at the same time. It's like being taken by a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Sythera groans into your mouth as his movements grow more urgent, fucking you hard against the tree trunk. His tail lashes lazily behind him, keeping time with their rhythm; he's getting close. With one final thrust that forces an anguished moan from deep in your throat, he bites down on his lower lip, feeling his release begin to spill deep inside of you.

"Fuck." The word is a curse and a prayer. His hips jerk forward and back as he empties himself into you; sycophantic cheers and roars fill your ears, but Sythera doesn't hear them over the pounding of his heart.

At last, spent, he pulls out and gently rolls you onto the ground, careful not to crush you with his weight as he lies beside you. His arm comes up, wrapping loosely around your shoulders while his other hand idly strokes through your hair. "Well done," he breathes, voice hoarse. "That was... incredible."

With your every pant and gasp you fill the air with sweetness that makes Sythera's head spin. His fingers curl tighter in your hair, holding you to him as he listens. Your body is so soft beneath his touch and he can't help but marvel at just how good it feels against his own hard form. The sounds you make drive him half-mad with need; he's desperate to feel that tight heat gripping him once again.

His lips graze your neck, kissing along the column of your throat as he trails his fingertips downwards until they find purchase between your legs. He nudges at your entrance teasingly before pressing harder and sliding a finger into you again. With each thrust it feels better, hotter than before; you're so slick around him now that it almost makes it difficult to control himself.

He leans up on one elbow to look down at you, eyes burning as he watches your face contort with pleasure beneath him. His other hand comes up, cupping your breast roughly and tugging roughly at the sensitive nipple before pinching it between his fingers and rolling hard. "That's right," he growls into your ear, already losing control again. "Let me hear you come for me."

"Harder," you pant. "Fuck me harder." Your hips buck against his hand as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm your senses. He can feel your tight muscles clenching around his fingers, milk beginning to slick them as you push closer and closer towards release. His other hand slides down between your legs again, this time finding your center with expert precision as he curls two fingers inside of you while pressing his thumb against your clit.

The touch is enough; it's too much. Your body quakes beneath him, every muscle taut and throbbing as you come hard in his grip. Sythera growls low in his throat at the feel of you, pleasure shooting through him like lightning from a storm cloud as he fucks you through your orgasm. His cock, hard against your ass, aches to be inside of you again but for now he savors this; the taste of you on his tongue, the sound of your moans filling his ears, and most of all, the feel of you coming undone beneath him.

He pulls his fingers out slowly, trailing them through the pooling wetness before lifting himself up onto his knees, positioning himself behind you once more. With a grunt, he pushes in hard and fast, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion that leaves you gasping for breath. His hands come down on your hips, fingers digging in as he begins to fuck you roughly, mercilessly, their rhythm growing faster with each thrust.

Your back arches as he takes you roughly from behind, the force of his thrusts pushing the air from your lungs in harsh gasps. His hot breath fanned over your neck as his hands grip your hips tightly, guiding him deeper still inside of you with each powerful stroke. The sensation is indescribable; the combination of his strength and agility leaves you both astounded and aching for more.

With a groan, Sythera slows down, pulling almost completely out before slamming back in again, his cock hitting deep inside your core each time he does so. His hands leave your hips to roam freely, tracing lazy circles on your stomach and then upwards until they cup your breasts, pinching and rolling the sensitive nipples between thumb and forefinger.

His pace becomes unpredictable now, hard thrusts punctuated by softer caresses as he explores every inch of your body with his touch. You feel the approach of his orgasm building within him, the tension growing palpable in his muscles and the urgency in his movements. Finally, with a hoarse cry that seems to echo through the dark forest, Sythera comes powerfully inside of you, his hips bucking wildly as he empties himself completely.

Spent, he collapses forward onto your back, his weight pressing you into the soft earth beneath you. His cock twitches within you as he catches his breath and for a moment you think he's done, but then something shifts and he pulls out with a low growl. To your surprise, his length slides easily free of your body; his cock is perfectly smooth and unblemished despite the rough treatment it's just received. With one final thrust, Sythera pushes back

You feel the dragon's body tremble against yours as he comes yet again, this time spilling his seed across your chest and stomach. His weight settles further onto you, his cock still hard inside even after two releases. The sensation is exhilarating; to be wanted so badly by something so powerful and primal that it can't help but come back for more.

As the last shudders of ecstasy fade away, Sythera rolls off of you, laying next to your limp form with a satisfied sigh. His tail wraps around your waist, holding you close as he stares up at the canopy above them. The branches and leaves rustle gently in the night breeze, a distant reminder of the world beyond this enchanted forest.

"Not bad," he murmurs, running his fingers through your hair. "But you're going to have to do better next time if you want me to keep coming back for more." A wicked glint appears in those amber eyes as they meet yours again. "You could always try asking nicely..."

His lips curl into a sinister smirk, and you can't help but shiver with anticipation beneath his touch.

"Well, you were the one who left me in that dark enchanted forest..." you reply with a playful smirk, your fingers lightly tracing Sythera's abdominal muscles as he gazes up at the canopy above them. "I didn't know if I'd ever find my way out...or someone to make me forget how long it had been."

Your touch draws his attention back down, and a wolfish grin spreads across his face. "And just what do you suppose I should do now that you have found your way out?" he asks, his voice low and husky in the quiet night air.

Sythera's smile grows even more predatory as he looks down at you, those amber eyes reflecting the starlight like warm amber jewels. "Well," he says, his voice heavy with promise, "you could always stay here...with me." He rolls closer, pressing their bodies together so that every inch of your skin is against his. "I think we both know what I want now."

His hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking over the sensitive skin just beneath your eye. His other arm slides around your waist, pulling you even closer still as he leans down to nip at your bottom lip before parting it with his tongue, sweeping inside to taste and claim your mouth once more.

With a growl that vibrates through his chest and deep into your core, Sythera rolls onto his side, lifting you onto him so that you straddle his hips. His hard length presses firmly against the warmth between your legs, aching for entry even as he holds himself back just enough to draw out this sweet torture. "I think," he breathes roughly into your neck, "that tonight... I'm going to have my fun with you."

You moan into his neck as he feels your wet heat surround him once again. Your hips shift restlessly against his hands, your body practically begging to be taken by the powerful creature beneath you. With a groan of relief, Sythera gives in, pressing you down onto him with one hand while using the other to guide himself between your legs and into you.

His thrusts are slow and deep at first, each stroke seemingly intent on driving them both mad with pleasure. His cock slides easily inside your wetness, filling you completely as his lower body presses firmly against your sensitive clit. As he takes you harder and faster, his movements grow rougher, more demanding, echoing the desperation in your moans.

The sounds of your flesh slapping together with his and the rustling of leaves above them fill the air as they lose themselves in the moment. Sythera growls low in his throat each time he thrusts deeply into you, clawing at your skin, leaving mark after mark on your perfect body. It's not until he feels his orgasm building once again that he releases you, pulling out with a harsh groan and spilling his seed across the forest floor.

His cock throbs and twitches as he comes, hot fluid splashing against the earth. Only when his release begins to wane does Sythera lean back on his hands, panting heavily. "Fuck," he whispers hoarsely, staring up at the canopy above them. "That was... incredible." His gaze flickers back down to you before adding with a grin, "You were worth waiting for."

Sythera laughs roughly as he looks down at you, his amber eyes burning bright with desire. "I think it's safe to say that you have truly discovered your calling," he says, running a hand through your hair before pulling you back down on top of him. His cock hardens again almost instantly in anticipation of being sheathed by your heat one more time.

As he presses you back down onto his length, Sythera grips your hips tightly, holding you steady as he begins to thrust up into you with a savage force that leaves no doubt as to his intentions. His movements are almost animalistic in their intensity, each powerful stroke driving deeper and harder into your waiting body. He growls low in his throat, the sound echoing through the dark forest like a primal warning of his ownership over you.

With each passing moment, their connection grows stronger; their bodies moving as one in a frenzied dance of pleasure and pain. The sensation is intoxicating, leaving both of them breathless and aching for more. As Sythera nears his climax once again, he can feel it building deep within him, threatening to break free at any moment and consume them both with an unquenchable need for release.

His hands slip lower between your legs, one pressing firmly against your clit while the other grips your flesh roughly, guiding his cock deeper inside of you with each forceful thrust. The sensation is overwhelming, making it impossible for you to think or focus on anything but the feeling of being claimed by this magnificent beast beneath you. With a roar that echoes through the night, Sythera releases himself into you one final time, his orgasm wave after wave crashing over both of them until they are left gasping and spent in each

You gasp as he presses deep within you, your body tensing and spasming around him in response to the overwhelming pleasure that surges through you. A shudder runs down your spine as Sythera's release fills you up, leaving no part of you untouched by his power. His hot seed coats your insides, making you feel full and sated in a way that goes beyond mere physical satisfaction.

As the final tremors subside, he lies still for a moment, catching his breath as sweat beads on his forehead and rolls down his temple. His eyes meet yours, and for a brief instant, you think you see something like gratitude or affection there. But then it's gone, replaced by the familiar predatory glint that tells you he isn't done yet; not nearly close to being through with you.

His hips twitch again, moving involuntarily against your folds as his cock throbs within you, still hard despite having just emptied himself twice over. A sinister grin spreads across his lips as he speaks. "I think..." he rasps, "...that I'm going to enjoy having you around for a while longer."

With that, Sythera rolls you over onto your stomach, pressing the length of him against your entrance once more. His hands grip your hips tightly, guiding himself back inside of you with one powerful thrust that has you crying out in pleasure-pained relief. With a growl low in his throat, he begins to move again, his hips slapping rhythmically against your ass as he takes you roughly from behind. The friction is exquisite, sending shards of pleasure racing up and down your spine with each hard thrust.

"You belong to me now,"

"You belong to me now," he groans as his movements grow more frantic and desperate. His hands grip your hips tightly, guiding him deeper inside of you with each powerful thrust. "And I'm never letting you go." The words are a command, a warning; a promise that leaves no doubt in either of your minds as to the depths of his possession over you.

His cock throbs and twitches within you, filling you completely with every passing moment. His breath comes hot and fast against your neck and shoulders, each gasp sending vibrations through your body that heighten the pleasure a hundredfold. You can feel the tension building inside of him once more, a telltale sign that he's close to spilling himself deep inside you one last time.

"Fuck," he hisses as his pace quickens, every thrust now harder than the last as he races towards climax. "You feel so good..." His fingers dig into your hips, holding you in place as he takes you roughly, punishing and relentless. You moan helplessly beneath him, arching your back in desperate seeking of release, wanting nothing more than to feel his seed pouring out inside you.

The pressure builds, becoming unbearable, an ache deep within your core that threatens to consume every thought and every feeling except for the pleasure Sythera's cock brings you with each brutal thrust. His hips slam against yours, his heavy balls smacking against your ass as he pushes you closer and closer towards the edge of sanity...and the inevitable release that comes with it.

"I'm going to..." He pants, voice raw and hoarse from exertion. "Cum..." With a growl that vibrates through him and deep into your

With a cry that echoes through the darkness, Sythera spills himself deep within you, his body tensing and shuddering as he releases in a powerful climax that leaves both of you gasping for breath. His cock throbs inside you again and again, filling every inch of your core with his seed as hot liquid pours from him and mingles with your own moisture.

For several moments, neither of you moves, bodies pressed together as sweat trickles down their flesh and pools between them. The air is heavy with the combined scents of sex and heat and lust, making it difficult to tell where one of you ends and the other begins.

With a final shuddering breath, Sythera rolls off of you, sprawling bonelessly on the soft grass beside your quivering form. His chest rises and falls with each labored gasp as he tries desperately to catch his breath. "Fuck..." he whispers hoarsely, one hand coming up to stroke absently through your hair while the other flickers briefly over your stomach before dropping uselessly to the ground beside you.

You lie there panting beneath him, body limp and sated in a way that feels both wonderful and unsettling at the same time. Your mind reels from the events of the night; from being left behind in the dark forest to finding your way back only to be brought before this magnificent creature who has claimed you as his own. A part of you wonders if what you've done is right, if you shouldn't try to escape or fight against him...but another part knows that deep down, you belong here with Sythera; in the shadowed embrace of the night and this powerful beast who holds you captive.

As your heart slows from its fr

Sythera's chuckle was low and almost amused, as if he could tell exactly what you were thinking. "Oh, I don't think you understand," he said, reaching up to cup your cheek gently in his hand. His skin was warm against yours. "You belong here with me."

His thumb traced a lazy circle on your lips before moving lower, skimming across your neck and down your chest, coming to rest over one of your breasts. He looked deep into your eyes as he let out a slow breath, his other hand drifting down between your legs to cup you gently. "And I intend to make sure you never forget it."

His fingers teased at your wet folds, and you shuddered beneath him, arching up into the touch. "You see," he continued, voice rough with desire now, "I think we're going to have a lot of fun together."