As the lush green forest gave way to towering stone walls, a solitary figure approached the castle. She was tall, statuesque, and clad head-to-toe in black; her long leather coat whispering against her thighs as she moved. A hood obscured her face, leaving only her cold, emotionless eyes visible.
Her name was Seraphina, the Dragon's Mistress. She had been summoned to this forsaken place by the castle's master, a powerful dragon lord who ruled with an iron claw. Seraphina's reputation preceded her; she was known throughout the land for her ruthlessness and cruelty.
The castle's massive double doors swung open, revealing a cavernous entryway lit by torches. Seraphina strode forward without hesitation, her boots echoing through the empty halls. She could feel the dragon's presence growing stronger as she neared his throne room.
The room was vast, filled with shadows and the acrid scent of smoke. In the center stood the dragon lord, his scales glimmering in the flickering light. He was a monster of mythic proportions, with wings that stretched the length of the room and a tail that curled around his feet.
"You have been summoned, Seraphina," the dragon rumbled. "I have an offer for you."
Seraphina inclined her head in a slight nod, unimpressed by the creature's power. "Speak, my lord."
The dragon eyed her coldly, taking in her tight leather corset and fishnet stockings. His gaze lingered on her feet, and Seraphina felt a shiver run down her spine.
"I have a human male who dared to challenge my might," the dragon said, his voice dripping with contempt. "He believes he is worthy of my attention. Prove him wrong."
Seraphina raised an eyebrow, intrigued. She had never been asked to humiliate a human before, but the challenge piqued her interest. "What do you require of me, my lord?"
The dragon let out a low chuckle. "See for yourself."
A group of guards dragged a trembling man onto the dais, his eyes wide with fear. He was bare-chested, his muscles tense as the guards tied him spread-eagle to a stone table.
Seraphina approached the man slowly, her hands clasped behind her back. She stood before him, towering over him like a dark angel. "You think you're worthy of the dragon's attention?" she purred. "Let me show you just how unworthy you truly are."
She leaned down, her breath tickling the sensitive skin on his chest. Her lips brushed against his collarbone, sending shivers down his spine. "You're not worthy to lick."
Her words were like a knife to his soul, but she didn't stop there. Seraphina trailed her tongue from his collarbone to his nipple, teasing him mercilessly. The man cried out, his body arching off the table in vain.
"See?" Seraphina taunted him, stepping back with a smirk. "You're not even worth my tongue."
The dragon lord roared with laughter, his amusement echoing through the throne room. Seraphina turned to face him, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement.
"Your task is complete, Seraphina," the dragon said, his voice booming. "You have proven the human's worthlessness. Now, he shall be yours to do as you please."
Seraphina curtsied deeply before turning back to the trembling man. "Have no fear, human," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "I will make sure you are never forgotten by the dragon."
With that, she unbuckled his leather pants and pushed them down his legs, revealing his throbbing erection. She knelt before him, her lips grazing against the bulbous head of his cock.
"You are truly unworthy," she breathed, taking him into her mouth. The man moaned, helpless to resist her cruel seduction. "But maybe... just maybe... I enjoy making the unworthy feel wanted."
And with that, she began to pleasure him, her mouth moving up and down his shaft like a snake charmer. The dragon lord watched, amused, as Seraphina took the human's pleasure and twisted it into something dark and perverse.
As she rode him to climax, the dragon lord's laughter echoed through the throne room, filling the air with their shared triumph.
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