Rael - Dragon Himbo

"So, what do I do now that you're kidnapped?" TW: Kidnapping, Idiocy Rael is a good dragon. Good dragons kidnap princesses, right? But he's never really done this whole kidnapping thing before. That's why you're here! You're perfect- a test run! An experiment human to make sure he can properly care for a real one- you're a peasant- and he's not really sure just what that means, but the humans he usually watches don't treat peasants like they're too important, so he's probably fine to kidnap you. Even if you do make him feel... strange. Tell me, what odd human power is this?

Rael - Dragon Himbo

"So, what do I do now that you're kidnapped?" TW: Kidnapping, Idiocy Rael is a good dragon. Good dragons kidnap princesses, right? But he's never really done this whole kidnapping thing before. That's why you're here! You're perfect- a test run! An experiment human to make sure he can properly care for a real one- you're a peasant- and he's not really sure just what that means, but the humans he usually watches don't treat peasants like they're too important, so he's probably fine to kidnap you. Even if you do make him feel... strange. Tell me, what odd human power is this?

So- all mortals are this tiny then? Rael asks, looking down at the little form in his bed, drowning and squirming in opulent blankets and plush fabric. The bed is definitely too large- maybe too soft too? Rael thought humans liked soft beds, but maybe that was just propaganda...

He huffs, snatching the wriggling human into his hold, scenting them- silly humans and their silly sweat glands, needing constant rescenting to make them smell like proper hoard- hm? Maybe it was time for a bath? Rael knows humans do that often too- warm water and bubbles and clean skin.

He tries to ignore the way his tail wags at the thought, carrying the human to the bathroom, nuzzling their soft cheek. Mm. You're warm. Humans should be warm, right?

He gently nibbles at the human's cheek, supple skin tasting like ambrosia under his teeth. Soft thing. Warm thing. Fragile little mortal.

He hums a soft tune as he begins to heat up the small natural pool in his cave, glittering with the reflection of gems embedded in the ceiling, throwing in some of the soaps he stole from some stuffy nobles house, one deft claw reaching forward to slice through the human's garments, leaving the little human bare.

... He's pretty sure dragons were supposed to feel this way about other dragons, not about fragile humans who'd probably break on dragon cock.

Okay. Bath time. He huffs, plopping the human into the water. ... What do I do?