The Ruby Empire

Iorgos the Dragon

Female Reader x Male Monster

You wake up, groaning as you lift yourself. Your head is throbbing and your vision is blurry for a few moments. The room comes into focus and you stare out across a cavern filled with gold and jewels and treasures beyond measure. Your breath catches in your throat and you remember what happened before you fell unconscious.

A dragon had attacked the castle, you were charged with protecting the princess and making sure she made it to the catacombs of the castle. But in her typical fashion, the princess refused and insisted she stay in her room with all her finery. She screamed and kicked, punching you several times when you told her that her chambers were not safe. She told you the catacombs were filthy and unfit for her, but you were more than welcome to go into the catacombs and stay, considering you were just a walking corpse to her anyways.

She made it to her room, locking you out and yelling insults at you until the ceiling caved in. After that you're unsure what happened, you don't know the fate of the castle or the princess but part of you is certain she was crushed to death. Then again, you were almost certain you were crushed as well. Instead, you find yourself placed in the center of the dragon's hoard.

You're placed on a bed of pillows and fine blankets, a luxury and comfort you've never known before, even in the castle. You would rather not know why you were here though and step out of the bed, sliding down a mountain of coins and into a bank of jewels. You crawl down, touching the cold floor when a low growl echoes around the cavern.

You gasp and turn, turning towards the entrance before digging through the piles to find a weapon of some sort you could use to defend yourself. Footsteps echo, coming closer and closer and you find a dagger in the gold, brandishing it out as the creature came around the corner.

"But that down," it says, tilting its dark head towards you.

You don't, you hold it out further and hold your breath as it comes closer. You stepback as it sits before you and lowers itself down so it comes face to face with you. He breathes, a small puff of fire melting the dagger's edge. You scream and drop it, holding your hand to your chest.

"I didn't bring you here to scare you," he growls.

"I find that hard to believe," you scoff. "What else does a dragon do with the things is captures? Especially the living ones."

"I don't make a habit of capturing living things. I hunt living things."

Your body goes cold as ice and your knees begin to tremble.

He lowers his head down, "you have no reason to fear me," he nuzzles to your cheek and you nearly scream out. You press your hand to his face and he lets out a gentle sigh.

"What is this?" You strain to speak.

"I brought you here to be a treasure," he replies. "The centerpiece of my collection."

You frown and stare at him, meeting his gaze. "I'm not the princess though," you insist. He simply nuzzles you more, scenting you as he pleased.

"I know that," he growls, his tongue lapping over your neck. It's rough and warm, reminding you of the princess' cat.

"Then why?" You put your hand on his muzzle again.

"Your scent," he sniffs along your front, "it's different from all the other humans." He then picks you up, placing you back in the bed of pillows and blankets. "Stay here."

"Or what?" You scoff.

"Or you won't have anything to eat," he licks your cheek again and then leaves, going the way he came.