Your horse crunching dry twigs and leaves under its hooves is the only thing you hear on the tranquil forest road. You look at the bright colors around you; the oranges, reds, and yellows on the trees contrast the brown and blacks of the fallen foliage. You breathe out, the air chilled just enough for you to see the faintest cloud of condensation.
Your horse hears it first, its ears pricking up to the side as the two of you turn to see a dragon lumbering towards you. It's huge, easily three times the size of your horse, with bronze scales reflecting the autumnal foliage in a sight both beautiful and terrifying.
Your horse begins to startle, but you rear it when you see the glint of intelligence in the creature's eyes. It slows to a stop, leaving a respectful distance between you before speaking.
"Human," its voice booms, looking you up and down. "Male human, good. I have need of you."
You sit in the saddle in silence as the dragon shuffles uneasily.
"Apologies," it says. "My name is Garbaskel. I protect these lands by the grace of your king."
"Well, my lord dragon—" you begin.
"Lady," the dragon corrects you. "And you must follow me now. My servant is in dire need. Please come!"
You move your horse alongside the dragon and follow her while she explains the situation.
"I am… In heat…" she pauses. "I'm experienced enough to control my urges, but my servant Cerine, she seems to have been affected strongly by my ambient pheromones."
You dismount at the entrance to the dragon's lair and hear a pained voice coming from within.
Inside, you see a bed beside the dragon's hoard with the shape of a beautiful, but disheveled woman, both hands buried in her crotch, furiously working.
"Mistress," she moans to Garbaskel. "I can't get relea—"
Cerine's eyes lock on you and she springs from the bed.
"Dick!" she screams as she scrambles towards you. "I need your dick!"
In an instant, her hands are on you, trying to remove you clothes as her long nightgown hangs loosely from her body.