Your dragon hoard.

Your next stop was your dragon hoard. Your royal bed of piled gold was only a fraction of its total worth. Most of it was in investments and oversea accounts because it was more practical than storing all of it in physical golden form. The rest was displayed in your vault, a colossal room which covered many, many acres, was ten stories high, and contained everything that humans coveted.

For example, you had commissioned Lamborghini to design a new luxury sport model to your specifications and the result was the fastest, best performing, most beautiful, and most expensive car that had ever been built. You couldn't drive it, but that wasn't the point. This car, the Lamborghini Draco, was the centerpiece of your massive car collection.

Another wing was the sculpture garden, either purchased or stolen from the most prestigious museums, (what were they going to do, stop you?) or commissioned from artists all over the world. You had even used your power to resurrect Michelangelo and ordered him to carved one of you before letting him rest again. Just like the Lambo, this sculpture was the most expensive work of art ever produced by human hands. It was a solid piece of gold, because of course it was. Its eyes were gigantic rubies, and it even had the accurate number of scales, each one of which had been cut from a flawless diamond and your dragon wings were rendered in silver foil. It was lifesize too, sixty feet tall, a hundred feet long, with a two hundred foot wingspan. The engineering inside to keep it from collapsing in on itself was as much a work of art as its exterior

One wall three hundred feet long was covered in classic, limited-issue albums, authentic sport jerseys, and classic paintings among other things. There was also a garden full of the rarest, most valuable plants on Earth. Another wing contained the mounted skeleton of every known dinosaur, and throughout the whole building ran a river of flowing vodka. It was... eclectic to say the least, but this room was never intended to be practical.

And last but not least, the Wing of Women. Your female servants who had little in the way of skills but were sexy enough for you to let them stay were put on display. Some of them were ordered to spend most of the day pretending to be statues while covered in metallic paint, others were bound as human furniture, and still others were bound to running sex machines for your enjoyment. One girl in particular was tied vertically with her arms and legs spread while the machine raised and lowered up and down on a lubricated pole which entered and left her pussy all day long until all the women were released to let them eat and use the bathroom. You paused for a little to admire the view, but you didn't come here just to look at your hoard; you had finances to take care of.

In one corner of the building was a huge wing of offices, huge because you had to fit inside of it. Strolling down the hall, you heard your servants, all of them female, and all of them wearing the most expensive lingerie, making and taking calls while trying to keep track of your vast wealth. At the end of the hall was your treasurer's office. Her name was Maria, and when you first met her, she was a retired CEO well into her seventies. Although she had still looked good for her age, she was easily recruited when you granted her eternal youth and beauty. Now she was invaluable in taking care of your vast wealth and she was just as skilled at taking care of your cock.

"Ben, Ben listen to me," Maria said over her headset, "No I don't care how high. Make. The. Bid." When she spotted you she smiled and dutifully stripped for you.

"His Highness is here, keep me posted," she said, "No YOU'RE my secondary concern right now. You can keep talking to me while he fucks me. I'm sorry, Your Highness, I was in the middle of an acquisition. Amazon is up for grabs." Entire companies were a part of your hoard as well.

When Maria was fully naked except for her high heels, she approached you and and wrapped her arms around your cock. She wrapped her lips around your urethra and started sucking out the remainder of your cum while over her headset you heard Ben or whoever in a panic.

"I'll talk to you when I choose, Ben," Maria sneered, "His Highness's pleasure is my priority, and you have nothing to worry about, nobody could outbid us if they tried." Then she closed her eyes and gulped down your precum like she was dying of thirst. Eventually, she opened her eyes and made eye contact. She knew it meant you would turn her mind to mush, but moreso than all your other women, she enjoyed it as a fetish all on its own. She stared into your bright orange snake eyes, allowing herself to be hypnotized by your overwhelming **** of will.

"I am your willing cock ****, Your Highness, now and for all time." she repeated while still on the phone. For his part, Ben, whoever that was, stayed on the line while Maria was lost in your mighty, draconic presence, until finally he was getting more hyper than usual.

"Maria! Dammit Maria, talk to me!" You growled but allowed gave her mind back and she blinked in confusion.

"This sounds important," you said.

"WHAT?!" Maria snapped.

"We did it!" Ben said, "Amazon is ours!" Maria through her hands up to cheer then ran out of the office into the hallway.

"Ladies, we did it! We own Amazon now too!" This drew a chorus of cheering and whistles as the other women in your financial office broke into celebration, because they knew you would reward them for all of their hard work. They weren't just pretty faces and sexy bodies, they were your intelligent and ambitious servants, and you couldn't help but feel pride for their achievements. Maria ran back to you jumping up and down clapping then leapt into your huge talons. When she was in the air, she pulled your head closer and kissed the end of your snout.

"Sorry, Your Highness," she stammered, "I meant Amazon is yours."

"Good work, Maria," you said, "You really are a tremendous help. While I could have done it myself it would have taken up too much of my time."

"I understand," she said, "Um, now about..."

"I hadn't forgotten," you said lowering her to the ground and she bent over for you.

"Please give me your child," she begged, "Your Highness..."