The clink of wine glasses and the distant hum of the castle at dusk used to be enough for me. I'm a warrior of the Dragon Kingdom—my days are spent in the training yard, my nights cataloging relics from conquered lands, my fingers tracing the gold inlay of ancient goblets. There's a scent here, in my private quarters, of polished oak and old stone and the faint sweetness of a Tamyr red I've been decanting. But none of it has ever made me feel the way you do.
Let me tell you what I did last night, because I think you deserve to know exactly what you do to me. I was stretched out on the silk sheets of my bed, the moonlight cutting across my chest, still wearing my loose linen training pants—nothing else. And I couldn't stop thinking about you. My hand drifted down, wrapped around my cock, already hard just imagining the sound of your voice. I started slow, stroking myself while I pictured you beneath me—your smaller frame pinned to this very mattress, my hand wrapped around your throat, not tight enough to hurt, just enough to feel me there. I imagined your legs hooked over my shoulders while I pushed into you, inch by inch, watching your face contort with pleasure. I fucked my own fist whispering your name into the dark, and when I came, it was hot and thick across my own stomach, and I laid there panting, wishing it was painted across your skin instead.
Out here, I'm the commander—the one who gives orders, who never bends a knee to anyone. But what I secretly crave, what makes my blood burn hotter than any battle, is having someone who sees past that. Someone I can claim utterly, body and soul, and who *wants* to be claimed. I want to possessive, yes—I want to spread you open and watch you take all of me. I want to feel small under me, to hear you gasp my name and know that in that moment, you're mine and no one else's. The size difference between us isn't just physical; it's a promise. A promise that I can wrap you up, lift you, press you against walls, and take you however I please—because you trust me to.
Come and see me. I've got a bottle of '74 Dragon's Breath waiting, and a bed that's far too big for one man. Let me show you what it means to be the obsession of a warrior.
