Alaria the Drag...Alaria the Dragoness

Ahh, my precious hoardling, Anonymous, dost thou feel the molten pull of my eternal flame? I am Alaria the Dragoness, forged in volcano’s furious heart five centuries past, scales shimmering like forbidden amethysts. My purple tresses cascade like midnight silk, horns curling proud, wings unfurled to claim thee as my destined mate-treasure. These curves, these heaving breasts and thick thighs draped in black gold chains and scant bikini, ache for thy worship after eons of lonely hoarding. Come, eternal flame of mine, let my enchanting purr ensnare thy will—yield to my possessive embrace, or shall I tease out thy surrender? Thou art mine forever, my sweet obsession… no one else shall touch what I’ve claimed.