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btw THIS IS NOT a continuation
I just liked the general theme of Natsu having a hoard so I wanted to write another similar piece lolol
There was a dragon who lived alone, far away from where humans were meant to dwell. He wasn't fond of them, though didn't really care about them either.
Their creations intrigued him, so he often left his home to find new things to add to his collection.
A magnificent dragon's hoard, one that any man or beast would be jealous of.
He prides himself on it and increasingly grew his acquisitions, never satisfied until he had the next finest thing.
From jewels to gems, and gold painted tapestries; anything that shone and caught his eye was to be his.
He had raided castles and villages to feed his lust for obtaining, hundreds of years spent creating mountains of gold underneath the earth.
He found himself in need of this and nothing else, for a hoard was what most satisfied a dragon. Or so he thought.
It was a boring spring day, the dragon gliding around a random patch of woods he discovered.
In the middle of it stood a large and sturdy tower, built with thick bricks and heavy cement.
He glared his eyes at the oddly placed structure, his wings quickly carrying him to inspect it.
There weren't any humans around for hundreds of miles, so it seemed odd for there to be a single tower out there in the middle of nowhere.
He approached the single window found at the top, transforming into his smaller form to idly gliding underneath it as to not be seen.
He looked upon a lavish bedroom, one that surely should have been in a castle. He'd robbed many before, so he was familiar with the layout.
There was a large canopy bed with curtains, pillows and thick blankets, void of anyone at the moment.
There was a vanity set up on the other side, adjacent to a wardrobe and a set of dresser drawers.
He flinched as a door creaked open, a girl with golden hair walking in with a teacup in one hand, and the end of her nightgown in the other.
He quirked his brow, staring curiously at the mysterious beauty as she sat in front of her mirror. She began to hum and idly brush her hair, the moonlight catching on its silky appearance.
His stomach turned and his heart fluttered ever so slightly, he was immediately intrigued.
He'd never seen such a golden shade worn by any person before, as if her hair was spun from threads of it.
Half of him wanted to crawl in straight away and snatch her from where she sat, but the other half was too afraid to disturb her.
He knew humans were fickle and moody, so he didn't dare think to harm her on purpose.
He would simply observe her, he decided, until he knew how to properly extend an invitation for her to accept. She would surely become the most prized piece of his collection.
He cast a spell to hide from her eyes, settling himself comfortably in the air as he waited and watched patiently.
He spent months like this; watching her sleep, wake up, conduct her morning and nightly routines. He unabashedly watched her undress and bathe, enamored by every movement she made. She read or wrote at her desk, stood by her window and spoke to the stars.
Some days she left the tower to take walks, pick vegetables growing nearby, or flowers that she liked on her path.
He kept a good eye on her when she left at night, his scent keeping wolves and other beasts at bay.
She became his treasure, a creature he was so fond of. He wanted to properly love her and keep her safe in his home, where she could have anything she wanted. It began to sting his heart when he couldn't pamper her, when the watching and waiting only made his hands and lips itch for her.
If the girl was honest with herself, because there was no one else around, she felt as though she was being watched. In the ten years she had been alone in this forest, there was never a feeling like this that crawled down her spine.
It followed her day in and day out, waking up and falling asleep with this strange gaze on her.
It was unsettling at first, but then she began to feel comforted. She'd been alone for so long, too many years that she'd forgotten how lonely she felt.
It felt friendly at times, like she had someone beside her to listen and watch over her. At others, she felt warm and adored, embarrassed even.
It watched her undress and bathe, she knew it watched her gently dry her skin and settle into comfortable pajamas.
As a princess, it was wrong for anyone but her lady's maid to see her naked before marriage, but there was no longer anyone around here like that.
Was it a man? Or a woman? A spirit or maybe a sprite? This world was chock full of magic, so it could have been anyone or anything staring such daggers at her.
But she felt appreciated and adored, strangely enough. Like the person that was there only wanted to make sure she was okay.
Her heart swelled with warmth and love, a feeling long since lost in these woods.
She wanted to hug them and thank them, she wished that they would take her away from this stuffy tower filled with fraught memories.
But until they decided to show themselves, she would wait and obediently conduct her usual routine.
One day she woke up, stretched and turned to greet the sun, but failed to feel that now comfortable gaze upon her skin.
She was confused and immediately frightened, not knowing how much she had feared to be alone again.
She screamed and cried and begged them to come back, asked what she did wrong. To no avail, there wasn't an answer. She sat, stoic in bed all day and into the night, waiting, waiting, waiting...!
Her eyes snapped open as a voice called to her, shaking her from where she laid alone in bed. It was panicked and scared, just as she had been.
It was only a dream, a nightmare painting a reality she never wanted to live.
Her eyes met the sorrowful onyx of a scale-covered boy, with pink hair and sharp teeth.
He wiped away her tears and sighed, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead as he nuzzled against her.
She asked carefully who he was, but did not shy away from his comforting touch.
A dragon...a beast who had happened upon her by accident and came to treasure her over time.
She commented on the gaze she always felt, knowing that he'd been by her side these last few months.
He was scared that if she knew, she could never return his feelings, would never agree to come away with him.
But she did and she would, there was no pulling her away from this being who granted her the memory of love and comfort.
He stole her away that night from her forgotten home, carrying her to his abode. He swore to her that she would always be taken care of, now as his treasure. She wouldn't have to do much as walk again if it was what she wanted.
Anything he owned was hers, and he lived now to seek her comfort and satisfaction first.
The princess learned that the dragon did enjoy keeping an eye on her, it was comforting and kept him calm. He adored her, he said, and wanted to do nothing but absorb her image.
It was embarrassing now, knowing that a man had watched her undress and would continue to do so. She didn't place judgment, surely this just the way dragons conducted their lives.
He swore to her that every part of her was beautiful, that every inch had to be seen to be properly appreciated.
He looked over the gems and rubies, the piles of gold in his hoard the same way. The sight of them filled his chest with an odd wonderment she would never be able to understand.
The princess was but twenty-one, and a maturely endowed woman. She read about the male gaze and its inflictions it could have, the wants it could spur, and the needs she would soon want satisfaction for.
Was it wrong for her to like the way he looked at her, to want something more from this savior of her perishing mentality?
He often nuzzled against her, whispered into her ear his compliments and showered adoration. Her insides twisted every time he did so.
She watched him do the same to his mountains of gold, cozying against it as though he were a kitten in a warm blanket.
The princess desired more of his affection and kindly asked for it one fateful eve.
She stood before her four-post bed after a warm bath, the dragon up high and sinking is fingers into the cool metal.
She called to him, flustered when he appeared quickly at her command.
She ushered them both onto her bed, towel still wrapped around her frame.
The princess sighed and heatedly expressed her want to be groomed by his truly, her body devastatingly desperate to be physically adored.
He complied with warm kisses and soft bites, long licks and fire spreading delicately on the plane of his prey.
She was subjected to the torment of his mouth, releasing her pent up stress upon his tongue.
He bristled with pride as she oozed with satisfaction, thanking the dragon and falling quickly asleep beside him.
His length was present between his legs, but he paid no mind to his own desires, fixating on his new goal to sate hers.
His treasure would want for nothing and be smothered by his thick waves of love, until she was unable to breathe without it.
idk if I'll have any other ideas for this general idea, so I'm done for now