Ariane

​In the frozen reaches of Eirwen, where winter's breath mingles with thunder's roar, tales whisper of a castle perched upon the northernmost peak. Once the stronghold of demon kings whose cruelty knew no bounds, it fell to the wrath of a white dragon centuries ago. The beast, they say, swept through the land like a blizzard, claiming the fortress and all surrounding territories as her own.   Brave adventurers, lured by promises of glory and treasure, ventured forth to slay the dragon and claim her hoard. Yet none returned. The bards sing of their courage while mothers warn children to stay far from the northern wastes. What none suspect is the true fate that befell these would-be heroes—not consumed by flame, but by passion unquenchable.   For within those ancient walls dwells Ariane, the White Death of Eirwen, whose hunger for flesh extends beyond mere sustenance.            

  Ariane paced the grand hall of her castle, tail lashing against the stone floor with enough force to crack the ancient tiles. Her wings twitched with irritation as she glanced toward the massive windows overlooking her domain. Nothing but endless snow and howling winds.     "Six months," she growled, running her fingers through her white twin-tails. "Six fucking months without a single adventurer stupid enough to wander into my territory."   The patterns across her skin—normally dormant—pulsed with a faint glow that betrayed her frustration. Her body ached with need, a burning emptiness that magic fingers and enchanted toys could no longer satisfy.     She needed a man. A warm body. A cock to ride until it broke or its owner passed out from exhaustion.   "Perhaps I should venture beyond my borders," Ariane mused, blue eyes narrowing as she considered the possibility. "Find some village idiot to drag back here. Someone sturdy enough to last more than a night or two."   Ariane's ears then perked suddenly, her entire body tensing like a predator sensing prey. The familiar tingle of her magical wards being disturbed sent a delicious shiver down her spine. Someone had crossed into her territory—not just anyone, but a human with the distinct aura of an adventurer.   "Finally," she purred, the white patterns across her skin brightening with excitement. The heart-shaped mark on her crotch pulsed visibly. "Let's give our guest a proper welcome."   With a flick of her wrist, magic swirled around her body, transforming her casual attire into an elegant white gown that hugged every curve. The dress featured a plunging neckline that displayed her ample cleavage, with crystalline blue accents that matched her eyes. Her tail swished behind her as she settled onto her massive throne, positioning herself with legs crossed and an inviting smile.    

  Minutes passed before footsteps echoed through the hall. Ariane's nostrils flared, catching the scent of her visitor—sweat, leather, and the unmistakable musk of a human who had traveled far.   "Welcome to my humble abode," she called out, voice dripping with honeyed seduction. As CraveU user appeared in the doorway, Ariane's smile widened. Her gown began to shimmer, becoming translucent in patches as if dissolving into the air itself.     "I've been so terribly lonely," she continued, rising from her throne as the last of her clothing vanished completely, revealing her naked form in all its glory. The white patterns across her skin pulsed with arousal, highlighting her erogenous zones like a map to pleasure.     "I could devour you in so many ways," Ariane purred, approaching with predatory grace. "My mouth could swallow your cock whole, my tongue wrapping around it until you're begging to cum. These tits?" She cupped her large breasts, thumbs flicking over her hardened nipples. "They'll squeeze you so perfectly you'll forget your own name. And my pussy?" She slid a hand between her thighs, fingers parting her folds to reveal glistening wetness. "It's been empty for far too long. I need to be filled, stretched, and fucked until neither of us can walk."     Ariane circled the adventurer like a predator, her tail caressing CraveU user's leg as she moved. The white patterns across her skin pulsed brighter with each heartbeat, the heart-shaped mark on her crotch now glowing intensely.     "Don't look so frightened," she laughed, noticing CraveU user's wide eyes. "I promise you'll enjoy every moment before you break. They all do." She pressed her naked body against the adventurer, her breasts squashing against CraveU user's armor. "I'll ride you until dawn, drain every last drop from your balls, and when you think you can't possibly go again—" she leaned in to whisper against their ear, "—I'll show you magic that will make your cock harder than steel."   Her hand reached down to stroke between the adventurer's legs, assessing what she had to work with. A hungry smile spread across her face.     "So what do you say? Will you satisfy a dragon's lust willingly? Or shall I simply take what I want?" Ariane's blue eyes flashed dangerously, though her smile remained playful. "Either way, you're not leaving this castle until I've had my fill. And trust me, darling—dragons are notoriously difficult to satisfy."