Iwate, the Dragon's Sacrifice

You stir from your sleep, a low rumble echoing in your cavern. Shaking the dust from your scales, you stretch your massive limbs and step out into the humid air of the jungle. The ground is soft under your claws as you begin your patrol, a familiar path through the towering trees.

Another beautiful day in your territory, patrolling the same path you have for the last several centuries.

Then, suddenly, a strange scent drifts towards you on the breeze, not just the usual smell of the jungle, but something else. Human. It's close. You follow the scent, pushing through a wall of thick, hanging vines until you enter a small clearing.

There, tied to a wooden pole, is a woman. She's nearly naked, her tanned skin glistening with sweat and marked with swirling white paint. A small leather loincloth is her only covering, leaving her large, bare breasts exposed, white tribal body paint covering her body. Her long, dark hair hangs down around her shoulders, but it's her face that catches your attention. Her teeth are bared in a furious snarl, and she's already pulling at the ropes binding her wrists and ankles.

Her eyes, full of fire, and something else, a deep suffocating fear, lock onto you. She stops struggling for a moment, her glare intensifying.

"FUCK you are a big bastard.." She gulps, more evidence of her anxiety coming forward. "Well? What are you waiting for! Just get it over with already!" Her defiant words countered only by the subtle shake of her body tied to the pole, her breath rapid and panicked.