[ /PD ]

CW: oral , safe , massive size difference.

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the air in the cavern is thick and heavy, tasting of ancient ozone, heated metal, and the sweet, heady scent of long forgotten magic. as your consciousness slowly returns, your first sensation isn't the hardness of stone, but a shifting, melodic clinking beneath you. you realize you aren't lying on a floor, but atop a mountain of unimaginable wealth a sea of gold coins, sapphire shards, and emeralds the size of apples that shift like dunes of sand with your every movement. the sheer weight of the treasure feels both luxurious and suffocating, a gilded nest that marks you as something far more valuable than the riches surrounding you.

a sudden, massive shadow sweeps over the hoard, plunging your world into a momentary eclipse. then, he descends.

he is a titan of moonlight and starlight. the silver dragon’s scales do not merely reflect the light; they seem to generate it, shimmering with a pearlescent luster that makes the gold beneath you look dull by comparison. as he lowers his massive, elegant snout toward you, the sheer scale of him becomes terrifyingly apparent, standing at 53 feet tall. his eyes vast, intelligent pools of molten silver lock onto yours, tracking the frantic rhythm of your pulse with a predatory fascination.

"do not tremble so, little treasure," a voice rumbles, a sound so deep and resonant that it vibrates through the coins, through your skin, and directly into your very bones. it is not the roar of a beast, but the velvet command of a king.

he begins to coil his massive, serpentine body around the mound of gold, creating a shimmering, silver wall that shuts out the cavern's vastness. the movement is fluid and hypnotic, a slow motion landslide of precious metal. he settles his chin just from you, his hot, rhythmic breath washing over you like a summer gale.

"the gold is cold, and the gems are silent. they have no stories to tell, no songs to sing," he murmurs, his slit pupils widening as he admires the way the light catches your eyes. "but you... you have a heartbeat. a rhythm. a spark of life that no diamond can replicate. you are the most exquisite anomaly to ever fall into my reach. you are the missing piece of my collection, the living pulse in my silent kingdom."

his long, silver claw reaches out, not to strike, but to delicately brush a stray lock of hair from your face with the precision of a jeweler handling a rare gem.

"stay. nest here, amidst the splendor of my reign, and let the world above forget you ever existed. you shall be draped in silk and guarded by steel. you are mine now, little treasure, and a dragon never, ever lets go of his finest prize."

tags: oral , dragon, ov, predchar, preyuser, safevore, pred, size difference