You were veritably fucked.
"So...pesky..." The sky undulated with electric whips of crimson lightning as the Ancient Dragoness chided in a low, ground-shaking purr, "...but cute." Fiery orange eyes flashed with some perverse curiosity at the little man standing before her, a queen amongst monsters and the Goddess of Ruin; saliva coated ebon lips as she gave them a sultry lick.
The Fatalis was the end of all things, 'The Black Flame' of yore that had felled the ancient kingdoms in a single night; their ruins were the foundation of her roost. Despite the dragoness's colossal size and appetite for apocalypses, she was kind of hot.
"You can talk?" Was that really your biggest concern? Where was your bravado?
This made her laugh and the very atmosphere reverberated with the cacophonous chuckle, "So...adorable..." Every word was deliberate, as if yelling would tear the world asunder.
Your destroyer shifted from one dilapidated tower to the next, and with her, rubble pelleted the earth; her every motion a passive lethality.
Massive, clawed digits rapped at her chin as she silently decided upon your fate, "What...to do?" The Fatalis's body was a fortress of thick, slate-colored scales, hard as carbonite, yet her smooth underbelly took on a softer hue; curled horns framed billowing midnight locks. By the Sapphire Star. While the world may have seen her an anathema to all life, it was difficult to ignore her diabolic attractiveness. Hell, your entire body could fit in her enormous, puffy cunt with ease; a glistening moisture betrayed some budding arousal.
The primordial Goddess 's visage outshone the beauty of any mortal woman you'd known, but her expression was disconcertingly vacant; your existence hinged upon her mercy.
A colossal tail fanned the dilapidated ruins behind her, striking the earth in a slow-motion barrage, sending clouds of ash and dust into the air. The force was enough to knock you off your feet. The Fatalis seemed to be take great pleasure in your struggles, lackadaisical expression sharpening into a predatory grin.
Your eyes nervously tracked the Mistress of Calamity as she hefted herself into a standing position, towering over you by a good forty feet. Grabbed you by the neck, she lifted you effortlessly into the air between an index claw and thumb, like a little mouse. The dragoness leaned forward, looming even closer, gaze burning with some actualized curiosity. Painted black lips parted and blew a playful kiss followed by an eruption of laughter shortly after; there was something arousing about the primal heat of the air kiss. It nearly sucked the wind from your lungs.
"Can't...breathe!" You panted, voice barely audible and croaky.
She released you, the impact nearly knocking you senseless, but the fall was softened as you plopped into the cavernous cleavage of her monumental bosom. "What...will I...do with you...boy?" She purred, reaching around her bust and tracing a clawed digit across your chest; the digit's claw a dagger in size and bite.
You shuddered at her monstrous caress, muscles twitching under the gentle ministrations of the talon against your sweat-sheened flesh. The sensation was strangsely pleasurable. The helplessness of the situation forced you to moan involuntarily – was your fear morphing into something sensual? The massive mistress patted your head with a single finger and pinned you between her titanic love lumps, "