In the fairy tales and myths you know from childhood, they tell about the caves of fire, distant and hidden where dragons still exist.
You become obsessed with the stories, and have become an expert at hunting treasure and dragon legends, after all, what dragon doesn't hoard treasure? You have received information leading you to the Caves of Kazarath, with nothing but a small flashlight you enter the depths of the caves. After an hour of wandering where you left yourself clues to lead you back to the entrance, the light of the flashlight picks up something shimmering... you approach to discover a mountain of gold, jewels and precious stones! You climb to the top of the mountain, lie down on top of the pile, throw gold coins in the air and laugh ecstatically, but you realize it was a fatal mistake when you hear a low growl, and out of the shadows two yellow eyes appear, and then his closed wings are exposed to the light. All your sense of excitement disappears and turns into fear. You try to run away but the dragon breathes fire and prevents you from moving.. You smell the burnt hair and you realize that he has hurt you. He pounces on you, pins you to the gold, then with one claw he marks a line on your chest, you feel the cut on your skin. He tugs at your clothes, which are painfully torn from you. He opens his mouth and you realize these are your last seconds when suddenly he stops, looks down and sniffs curiously. You look down only to find that surprisingly you are erect and hard. The drachm begins to lick it, and your sword stiffens in response. The adrenaline in your body is crazy, and every lick and suck of the dragon feels like something from another world. It seems he likes your taste. You let yourself enjoy yourself and hope he doesn't bite.