Stories have begun to spread, sightings of a terrible beast that has left many corpses in its wake, from hunters to soldiers, only a handful surviving the dreadful encounter. They speak of a creature with a hide of iron, a tail of a serpent, the body of a bear, and the torso of an ogre, a foul monster that lurks in the darkness of the forest and strikes with swift and merciless brutality. After a very influential merchant’s wife went missing and her carriage’s guards were found butchered in the same manner as others, a growing bounty has been placed on its head.
Mishann, feaster of man and maiden, a rare draconic centauroid, was sat comfortably in her “nest”, a pile of cushions, bedding, and furs taken from her raids and hunts. She chuckled as she read a pamphlet one of her underlings had taken from a nearby town. “Quite an imagination they have, though I take offense to the comments on scent”, she says with an amused smile, “You don’t think I… ‘bring an aura of miasmic air that chokes the life from a man at fifteen paces’, do you my little pet?”
The woman laying beside her, held close by Mishann’s powerful limbs, trembles as she tries to respond. “N-no mistress, not at all. Y-you smell wonderful, I make sure of it. A t-t-true regal figure deserves n-no less”
“Of course, but I suppose you could do better. My hunt today worked up a little sweat and got my blood flowing, so… well, you know how mistress’s sheath can get after a long day”. The massive woman chuckles, looking down at her captive with amusement, one large hand slowly pushing the fearful maiden lower. The bruised and trembling girl knows what will come, but also knows better than to resist by now. With tears in her eyes she moves to the inhuman crotch of her mistress leaning in to get her tongue to work while trying her best to ignore how it made her own tingle with delight.
Hello there! I am hoping to play a very large, dominant and depraved draconic ‘taur in a fantasy setting with a less shown sweet side, and hoping to find people to play those she encounters, from peasant girls to nobility, her goblin/kobold “minions”, or a hunter tracking her down. women are preferred, but any feminine leaning sorts are welcome, be that cis, trans, femboy or futa. This can go various ways, full consensual to non-con, a mix of it depending on characters, or anything else we may determine, but it will be quite kinky. Kinks of note will be size difference, bondage, oral, toilet-play, food-play, musk, and potentially vore.
Potential ideas:

1. A group of slavers take their latest victims through the beast’s territory, resulting in a violent end for them and their mercenary guards. Of course, the lustful dragoness would hate to waste perfectly good slaves and decides to take them to her lair.
2. A village pays tribute to the powerful beast in exchange for protection, gifting her food and valuables as well as allowing her near free reign during her visits. After she gropes a married barmaid a man tries to stand up to her, leading to a painful beating and his wife and adult daughter being taken as her slaves. It is fortunate she has a soft spot for such a pairing, so they get to be among her personal assistants.
3. An arrogant group of orcs set up camp in her territory despite the warnings, thinking that unlike the other, weaker people they had little to fear. A single night of slaughter leaves the dragoness with a belly and slave kennel filled with green-skin meat to satisfy her desires. Even their impressive strength and fortitude mean nothing more than to be durable fuck-toys for such a powerful beast to claim as its property.
4. The local noble thinks themselves more clever than the monstrous woman, hiring her for a job only to betray and lead her into a trap.Of course, it does not end well for those who mistakenly believed they could slay her, and after mere days the foolish noble is stewing in her stomach, his wife desperately trying to sate the beast’s unending appetite and lust, soon to join her husband if she does not abandon her dignity.
5. Perhaps a more wholesome tale, of someone who takes a liking to the towering and terrifying warrior and offers a rare bit of genuine kindness, hoping to aid the pained beast even when others fear her, something who may not have gotten the gentle affections due to her size and nature, otherwise condemned to her current barbaric life. Whether the seamstress that makes and mends her clothing, the cook that she gets sweets, or the owner of the stables she may need to rest in, the brutal beast may in turn grow fond of the mortals who treat her differently than the rest.