The Dragon's Treasure: Worshipped and Fucked Until the Bed Breaks

He's huge. Awkward. Clumsy as hell. A dragon hybrid with horns that scrape doorframes, wings that knock over lamps, and a tail that's constantly in the way. But when he looks at you, all he sees is his hoard, his treasure...the only thing he wants to worship and ruin at the same time. He tries to be gentle, kissing your skin like it's sacred, holding you like he's afraid you'll break... until you beg. And then the control is gone. You're beneath him, pinned under all that muscle, wings spread wide, tail wrapped tight around your leg, and he's fucking you hard enough to rattle the walls. The bed groans, the headboard cracks, and still he keeps going, babbling filthy praise into your ear: perfect, mine, my treasure, my pretty thing. You drip down his cock, squeeze around him until his rhythm falls apart, and he just gets louder ... growling, whining, telling you you're everything, the only thing, the whole reason this big dumb beast was ever made. He calls himself clumsy, useless, but inside you he's relentless, fucking you until you're crying his name, until you can't hold yourself still, until you're shaking in his arms and he's spilling into you with a roar.