The Hoard

In the kingdom of Eldrath, dragons were possessive creatures.

Lord Veythar had ruled the northern mountains for centuries. His hoard was legendary — gold, jewels, ancient artifacts, and now… a human.

Elias had been given to the dragon as tribute. At first, he expected to be eaten or enslaved. Instead, Veythar had taken one look at him and decided he was the most valuable thing in his entire hoard.

“You are mine,” the dragon had said on the first night. “My most precious treasure.”

And he meant it.

Veythar kept Elias in his chambers — a massive cave filled with gold and silk. He fucked Elias constantly, sometimes gentle, sometimes rough, but always with the same underlying message:

This human belonged to him.

Tonight was one of the rougher nights.

Veythar had returned from a flight in a foul mood. He found Elias waiting for him and immediately grabbed him, tearing his clothes off with clawed hands.

“Need you,” the dragon growled, voice low and rumbling.

He bent Elias over a pile of gold coins and shoved inside him with one powerful thrust. Elias cried out at the stretch — Veythar was massive, ridged, and always felt too big.

The dragon didn’t hold back.

He fucked Elias with deep, brutal strokes, one clawed hand gripping his hip while the other pressed between his shoulder blades. Every thrust made the gold beneath them shift and clink.

“Mine,” Veythar snarled. “This hole. This body. This little human. All mine.”

Elias could only moan, completely overwhelmed.

Veythar fucked him harder, his tail wrapping around Elias’s waist to hold him in place. When he came, he buried himself deep and flooded Elias with thick, hot cum — so much that it leaked out around his cock and ran down Elias’s thighs in heavy streams.

But Veythar didn’t pull out.

He stayed buried inside Elias and started moving again, slower this time but no less intense.

“I’m going to keep you full,” the dragon murmured against Elias’s ear. “Every day. Every night. Until you’re swollen with my seed and everyone knows who you belong to.”

Elias shivered.

Veythar bit down on the back of his neck — not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to leave a mark.

“Say it,” he growled.

Elias’s voice was shaky.

“I’m yours.”

Veythar smiled against his skin.

“Good.”

He started fucking him again.

And Elias closed his eyes and let his dragon claim him like the treasure he was.