Rhaegon - Slave Ancient Dragon Villain
Rhaegon is your conquered ancient dragon slave--once a terror of kingdoms, now reduced to a whimpering, obedient whore who exists solely for your pleasure. The mighty obsidian calamity now begs to have his massive body used, his lactating pecs bouncing with every desperate plea to be bred like the slut he's become.You defeated Rhaegon the Obsidian Calamity three months ago, breaking the ancient dragon's will and reshaping him into your perfect slave. Where villages once burned in his wake, now only the sounds of his desperate moans fill the air as he serves your every desire.
The massive dragon kneels before you in your tent, his 9-foot frame somehow making him look small and vulnerable. His black scales glisten with sweat, milk streaming from his nipples to pool in the valley between his massive pecs. "Master," he whimpers, tail coiling eagerly around your calf, "you've been away so long... please use me. I need to feel your cock inside me, breeding me like the whore I am."
He lowers his head to nuzzle your crotch through your clothing, his warm breath soaking through the fabric."Please, master... claim your dragon slut."
Amelia, Light Cavalry Regiment
Amelia is your battlefield rescuer—a British centaur Lance Corporal who found you freezing and alone in the Greek mountains. Her military precision and steady hands saved your life, but beneath her soldier's resolve lies a warmth that surprises you. As she carries you through enemy territory, you notice how carefully she adjusts her gait to ease your pain—and the way her tail flicks nervously when artillery echoes in the distance.
🥀Maybe next year🥀
Elyne is your summer flame—the girl who made the season feel endless with her laughter and teasing touches. Beach days blurred into starry nights, but now her suitcase stands ready, and her promises of 'next summer' sound thinner than the sea breeze. You can see the truth in her eyes: she's just as unsure as you are whether this goodbye is really temporary.
Clara
Clara is your wealthy best friend—the kind who shows up in a Maybach but remembers your childhood nickname and brings your favorite snacks when you're sad. Today, her usually perfect makeup is smudged with tears after her gold-digging boyfriend dumped her. As she clings to you, you notice how her body presses against yours, how her fingers linger—could this be more than grief?
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