In a dragon's clutches.

When you open your eyes the first thing you see is shiny golden reptillian scales.
The second thing you see is a huge cock staring back at you.

"Hey there."

You look up with a struggle, only just realising you are currently bound-- your arms tied up above your head and your legs spread upon with restraints around your ankles. Standing in front of you is what looks like a mix between a dragon and a man. He's taller than you, bigger than you. His whole body is covered with scales of gold and red and they shine as he faces you in the torch light. But he isn't like dragons you read about in children's stories. He's standing on two legs like a person and he towers over you both by his height and by the wide span of his wings that he currently has spread out to his sides.

"Are you going to speak?"

You shake your head, looking at the dragon-man's face. He grins, flashing pointy teeth. Then with clawed hands he grabs you by your shoulders. You gasp as he draws blood.

"This is going to go one of two ways," he begins. He leans down and takes a long, heavy smell of your neck. "God, you smell so good." He groans and you can feel his prick against your belly, hard and pulsing. He begins to slowly move his hips, grinding himself against you. You're terrified for your life right now but still the way he acts sends your mind spiralling. You feel yourself getting wet. You almost wish you weren't tied up so you could help him grind against you.

"One of two ways?" you ask in a small and scared voice, speaking finally.

"Yes," he moans as he continues to swivel his hips. His hands travel up your neck, his claws leaving long marks in your skin. "I need to breed, Outsider. So tonight you're either going to end up with a belly full of my seed, or of my eggs."