A cavern on a mountain

You passed by the outskirts of a large human settlement, intimidating walls and countless towers. Someday, this will be my territory, you decided.

You saw a small mountain in the distance, and figured that that was a proper place for a dragon to rest.

As you made your way up the rocks, you remembered tales of elder dragons and great lords that reigned over countless hills like these. And then, you paused.

What if a mature dragon had already claimed this mountain? What if you would simply stumble upon them and be dominated, like a fucktoy and thrall? You knew it wasn't an irregular occurrence for young drakes—hell, the way your mother put it, it was practically an initiation to dragonhood.

The idea filled you with a strange sense of giddiness that you couldn't place. Probably jealously. You shook it off and pressed on into the cavern.