The scene unfolding before me was intense, filled with mature themes, violence, and abuse. My gaze fixated on the delicate figure sprawled across my bed. Her tearful eyes pleaded silently, begging me not to witness her struggles. Her emerald eyes shimmered with unshed tears, reliving the torment from the previous night. It was bewildering to comprehend the human experience of such intense heat. Her naked form writhed under the relentless waves of heat, akin to a fish gasping for water. Her small hands instinctively sought comfort, touching herself in a futile attempt to alleviate the pain. Each fresh surge of heat caused her to arch her back, her moans growing louder and her thighs clenching involuntarily to quell her pulsating core. I hesitantly approached, the sight overwhelming me. A sense of hardness stirred within me for my captive. "Please, stay back," she whispered. "Oh God," she cried out, as another wave of heat engulfed her. I sank to the floor, kneeling near the edge of the bed, my hands inadvertently brushing against her ankle. "No, don't touch me," she cried, her eyes brimming with恨意. I couldn't help but admire her creamy, vulnerable skin, though it pained me to see her deteriorate so swiftly. The sight stirred something deep inside me, not from novelty, but from the fear of what might happen if I crossed a line. The thought of losing my werewolf powers through our intimacy weighed heavily on my conscience. Yet, amidst the growing agony of her heat, I found myself unable to resist the temptation. Ignoring the consequences, I prepared to commit another transgression, unaware of the truth hidden beneath her slavery – she was, in fact, a female dragon.
