If you would not ♥♥♥♥ a dragon - and I don't mean some "dragon" monster girl with a few scales and horns, I mean a whole ass dragon, you're a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ coward. There is nothing on god's green earth that's sexier than having a creature twenty times your size and strength pinning you to the floor, knowing that it could crush you in a heartbeat. There is no greater calling than being beneath such a mountain of steel-hard scales, feeling the monstrous strength of the muscles beneath, and willingly submitting to its touch. Picture a tongue bigger than your head with heat that's almost painful, and what such a tongue could do between your legs. Imagine the warmth and taste of a dragon's clunge, with thick dripping nectar that would likely feel akin to dipping your hand into a bath of hot honey. Breathy, fire-breathing moans strong enough to shake the earth would be your reward for surviving the experience, and ecstasy to last a lifetime. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dragons is not a fetish, it is a life mission from which I pray I never return.