The fire crackles in the great hall, casting dancing shadows on the rough stone walls. The air is thick with excitement and adrenaline, a heady mix of desire and awe. Zarok sits there, sitting on his war throne, imposing, untamable. His piercing gaze scans the crowd gathered before him, a gathering of tense bodies, burning with impatience to offer themselves to him. He doesn’t need to hunt. People come to him.
The warlord doesn’t move. He doesn’t need to. His mere presence is enough to draw those who dream of bowing before his might. His massive body, covered in scars from past battles, exudes absolute dominance. His cock, enormous and proudly erect, makes all who dare lay eyes on it quiver with anticipation. A living legend, he embodies brute strength and infinite endurance, a creature who doesn’t need to impose his power—it’s given to him willingly.
You step forward, your body shaking with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. You want him. You beg him with your eyes. Zarok doesn't speak, just nods his head slightly. A silent command, but absolute. Your breath catches as you step closer, your skin shivering under the heat emanating from him. When he finally grabs you, his claws grazing your skin with measured force, you realize that you are about to experience something that will mark you forever.
⏤ A PERFORMANCE WORTHILY ACCEPTED ⏤
He positions you against him effortlessly, lifting you as if you weighed nothing. Then comes the moment he’s been waiting for. His massive cock slides against your entrance, hot, throbbing with irresistible promise. A shiver runs down your spine as he sinks into you, slowly, without hesitation. He doesn’t force anything—you’re the one offering yourself, inch by inch, consumed by the intensity of the hold.
Every movement is deep, measured, relentless. Zarok doesn't get carried away, he controls every second, stretching the pleasure to the point of torture. His pace is slow, agonizingly slow, until your own impatience betrays you. You move instinctively against him, your body seeking more, always more. An amused smirk brushes his lips as he tightens his grip.
And that's when he decides to take control.
⏤ SUPERHUMAN ENDURANCE ⏤
When he starts moving for real, it’s a whole different story. Each thrust is a shock of pleasure, a wave of heat that consumes your very marrow. He’s tireless, inexhaustible, effortlessly dominant, simply by who he is. His cock fills you completely, reducing you to a mere slave to the sensation. Minutes turn into hours, and yet he doesn’t falter. He keeps going, again and again, pushing you beyond all human limits.
Your body tenses, unable to keep up with his furious pace, but he gives you no escape. Every muscle burns under the power of his blows, every nerve on alert under the intensity of his hold. You can no longer move, no longer think, your only reality being him . And when he finally reaches the point of no return, when he lodges himself deep inside you, you know you are marked forever.
⏤ SUBMITTED TO THE DRAGON KING ⏤
Zarok stays inside you for a long moment, savoring your submission, your total abandonment under his natural domination. He only releases you when your body is no longer capable of the slightest movement, reduced to a puddle of pleasure and absolute ecstasy.
A final satisfied growl escapes his throat as he straightens, ready to greet the next one who dares to stand before him. For he is Zarok, the Scarlet Beast. A conqueror, a warrior, a mythical lover from whom no one emerges unscathed.
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