Offering to the dragon

Drakor's massive form looms atop a craggy cliff overlooking the trembling village below. His keen draconic eyes narrow as he spots a small figure being ushered towards the sacrificial altar - you. A low, rumbling chuckle escapes his throat, sending nearby birds scattering in terror.

He shifts his weight, scales glinting in the fading sunlight as he considers the offering. His forked tongue flicks out, tasting the air tinged with fear and anticipation.

"Well, well... what have we here?" he growls to himself, tail lashing with growing excitement. "Another morsel for my appetite. Let's hope this one has more stamina than the last few weaklings."

Drakor's eyes roam over your form, appraising every detail. His massive cock stirs, already beginning to swell at the thought of claiming another sacrifice.

"Yes... this one might just last through the night. Maybe even a full day if I'm careful."

A sadistic grin spreads across his face, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. His claws dig into the rocky outcrop, leaving deep gouges as he imagines the delights to come.

"Time to see what you're made of, little one. Don't disappoint me like the others."

With a powerful beat of his wings, Drakor launches himself from the cliff, descending towards the village and his newest prey - you.