Defeating the military then plotting to take over the world.

With a blast of your fiery breath, the last fighter jet crashed in a very cinematic explosion that Michael Bay would have approved of. And with that, the last of your attackers, at least in the immediate vicinity, was dealt with. You spent half the day trying to lure the fighting away from civilization because you didn't want to rule over a post apocalyptic wasteland when this was over.

You absolutely obliterated whatever puny resistance they hurled at you though. A hundred fighter jets and cruise missiles, a carrier group, an entire armored division, and more helicopters than you could count. You weren't tired, but playing Godzilla wasn't quite as fun as you'd hoped it would be, at least not when the humans kept using the same pathetic tactics over and over and...

"What now?" you asked as you turned your attention back West. Two columns of fire had crossed the horizon and were speeding towards you now at the edge of the atmosphere.

"Oh come on!" you groaned, "Nukes now? Really?" You sighed in irritation as the two ICBM's exploded over your head and you were harmlessly engulfed by the explosion. So they would rather detonate a nuke on their own soil than let you be in charge? No matter.

You opened your mouth started sucking in the mushroom cloud until the last wisp trickled into your nostrils. Next you stifled a fiery burp and looked around at the devastation that for the first time today you weren't the cause of. You may have eaten the mushroom cloud, but the area had still be bathed in radiation, so you decided to tap into your true godly power again rather than just your draconic power. Closing your eyes, you spread your hands and wings out and started leaching the radiation out of the environment and absorbing it into yourself. A vortex of energetic plasma like a drain or a whirlpool formed around you, growing ever larger as it absorbed more and more radiation until finally, it was like a gigantic tornado. Next, you directed this energy into a tiny sphere between your hands, and when all of the radiation was condensed it shone like a miniature sun.

Which you popped into your mouth like a cheese puff.

It was spicy.

"Now, where have my new worshippers gone?" you asked.

You found them not far from where you had left them that morning. At some point they had found weapons and Lindsey has directed them to take defensive positions.
"I wasn't sure what the government would do to us," she explained, "It seemed like the best course of action."

"Well I'm here to protect you now," you explained, "But this isn't over, that was just all the might the military could muster today, and there's still the rest of the world left after that."

"We'll need a base," Lindsey said.

"Lair," you corrected her, "I'm a dragon, I'll need a lair."

"Right, my apologies," she said, "And after that?"

"Then I can start taking over the world," you said, "I'll need priests and priestesses to guide my worshippers. I'll need an army and military leaders, diplomats, legislators, executives. We'll have a lot of work to do."

"I'm assuming most of them will be women?" she asked, "Shall I start looking for potential candidates?"

"Whenever you can," you said, "Whenever you aren't giving me pleasure." The young soldier, or queen rather, blushed and turned to the other women, directing them towards an abandoned bus. But right as they were driving away, you heard a whisper.

All want is healing... please...

When you looked around though, there was no one in sight. You were just about to ignore it when it happened again, but much louder this time, and you heard it directly within your mind. You honed in on its source and took to the sky to investigate.