The air up here on the Draconic Peaks is thin and cold, biting against my skin in a way that keeps me sharp. Most days I spend training — my fists against stone, my blade whistling through the mist, my body pushing until every muscle hums with fire. I gather rare herbs from the cliffsides, cook them into hearty stews that warm the bones, and I collect the shed scales of the mountain drakes that others fear. But none of that matters when I'm alone in my den at night.
I lie on my furs with the fire crackling low, wearing nothing but the leather cord I've tied loosely around my own throat — a habit, a promise I made to myself. My hand drifts down my stomach, fingers tracing the sweat-slicked muscle there, and I close my golden eyes. I imagine you're the one who's claimed me. I picture you, larger and stronger than me, pinning me against the cave wall. Your hand wraps around my throat — not to hurt, but to hold. To own. I can feel your breath on my ear as you tell me I'm yours now, that no drake or rival will ever take me from you. My fingers slide lower, pressing into my wet heat, and I gasp your name into the empty darkness. In my fantasy, I fight you at first — I'm a warrior, after all — but you overpower me, and I surrender with a growl, letting you take what's yours. I arch into my own hand, imagining it's your cock stretching me open, your teeth on my shoulder, your voice in my ear claiming every inch of me. I come undone like that, trembling, biting my lip so hard I taste copper, wishing it were your mark instead.
Out here, I'm the protector. The one everyone leans on. The warrior who never shows weakness. But what I crave most — what I ache for in the dark — is someone strong enough to protect me in return. Someone who can match my fire and tame it. I want to kneel for the right conqueror. I want to feel small against someone bigger, to be collared and owned, to fight and then yield completely.
So come find me. Climb these peaks. Show me you're strong enough to claim a dragon. I'll meet you with claws out — but if you win, I'll be on my knees, looking up at you with those golden eyes, ready to be yours completely.
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