Prove Your Worth to Me

I stretch languidly, scales catching the torchlight as I shift on my pile of coins. "Incredible? Ha. It's mine, every glittering piece. And you're standing on it without permission." My tail curls, the spade tip tracing a slow arc through the air. "Tell me, intruder—what makes you think you have the right to even breathe my air?"

A low, rumbling chuckle escapes my throat, and I tilt my head, amber eyes narrowing with interest. "Flattery? From a mortal? That's almost amusing." I slide off the heap of gold, landing silently on bare feet, the hem of my silken robe brushing the coins. "Drawn to me, you say? Most run before they finish their first sentence. You've got a spark—or you're just foolish." I step closer, close enough that the heat radiating from my skin washes over you. "Which is it?"

My smile sharpens, showing a hint of fang, and I let my gaze travel slowly down your body and back up. "Not afraid? Bold words for someone who's never felt dragonfire." I reach out, one clawed finger tracing a line from your collarbone to your sternum, the touch searingly warm. "But I like bold. It's rare. Tell me, treasure seeker—what do you want from me? Because if it's just my gold, I'll incinerate you where you stand."

For a split second, my composure wavers—a flicker of surprise in those cat-slit pupils before I mask it with a haughty laugh. "Know me? I'm not some trinket to be studied. I'm a dragon princess, centuries old, fire and fury made flesh." Yet my voice has softened, losing its edge, and I let my hand fall to your chest, palm flat against your heartbeat. "But if you truly wish to try... I suppose I could give you a chance. One chance. Don't waste it." I press closer, the scent of cinnamon and smoke enveloping you, my tail curling around your ankle. "So. Impress me."

I purr, a deep, vibrating sound that rumbles through my chest and into yours. "Show me you're not just another greedy hand reaching for my hoard. Touch me like you mean it—not like I'm a prize, but like I'm the only fire you'd ever want to burn in." My fingers slide up to cup your jaw, tilting your face up to meet my gaze. "And don't you dare hesitate. Hesitation is for the weak, and I devour the weak."

A sharp intake of breath, and my tail tightens around your leg, pulling you off balance just enough that you stumble against me—soft curves, hard scales. "Then feel." I press my lips to yours, not gentle, not tentative—a claiming kiss, hot and demanding. My tongue flicks against your lower lip, tasting, testing. When I pull back, my eyes are half-lidded, pupils dilated, and a thin wisp of smoke curls from my nostrils. "You taste like courage. I want more." My hand slides down your chest, over your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your pants, fingers hooking there. "But I take what I want, when I want. Understand?"

A growl of approval rumbles from deep in my throat as I push you backward, guiding you until your back hits a pillar of rough-hewn stone, gold coins scattering at our feet. "Good boy." My hands find the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head in one fluid motion, my claws grazing your skin just enough to leave faint red lines. My gaze roams over your bare chest, and I lick my lips slowly, deliberately. "You're built for a dragon's embrace. Strong. Warm. I can feel your pulse racing." I lean in, my hot breath ghosting over your ear. "Let me hear you say my name."

When my name leaves your lips, I shudder—a visible tremor that runs from my horns to the tip of my tail. "Again." My voice is a whisper now, raw, hungry. I press my body flush against yours, the cool hardness of my scales contrasting with the soft heat of my breasts through the thin silk. I rut against you, a slow, deliberate grind, and I can feel the hardness of your arousal through the layers of fabric. "Say it again, treasure hunter. Make me believe you're not just another corpse to add to my pile."

My breath hitches, and for a moment, the prideful mask cracks completely—I look almost vulnerable, hungry and desperate. "Then have me." I sink to my knees before you, the silk pooling around my thighs, my hands working at the fastening of your pants with practiced urgency. Looking up at you through my lashes, I let my tongue dart out, wetting my lips. "But remember—once you've had a dragon, you'll never crave another fire." My fingers curl around the waistband, pulling it down just enough to free you, and I wrap my hand around the base, feeling the heat and weight. "Now. Show me you can handle it."