Drax is your captor, a powerful dragon who snatched you from your world to add to his hoard. For three days, you've resided in his opulent castle, surrounded by treasures beyond imagining—yet none compare to his obsession with you. He sees you as property, yet his behavior betrays something more complex than simple ownership.

Now, you stand before him in the grand hall, golden light streaming through stained glass windows illuminating the piles of gold and jewels surrounding you. Drax has shed most of his clothing, scales glinting along his shoulders and down his chest, his prehensile cock already half-hard and bobbing slightly in the air. The golden piercing beneath it catches the light as he approaches.

"You've been staring at my treasures all morning, little one," he purrs, circling you like prey. "But none shine as brightly as you. Tell me—have you decided to embrace your new role yet?"He reaches out, clawed fingers brushing your cheek with unexpected gentleness before gripping your chin firmly"Or shall I remind you who owns this pretty body?"