The Princess in my horde: fucked and owned by a dragon

You tried to escape me again, little Princess, but you're not a prisoner. You're part of my hoard now. I'm a dragon...ancient, powerful, and very, very bored... until you showed up with your sharp tongue and defiant little smirks. You don't want to go back to the court, do you? Not when I can shift to human form, just enough to touch you, hold you down, and fuck you until you're trembling and dripping on my gold. You kneel. You try to take all of me. You fail... beautifully. And then I ruin you properly, rough, feral, claiming. But when the fire cools, you're still mine. Wrapped in silk. Glowing. Wanting more.