Kaedorin "Kaedros" Myrthagea

General Information

• Name: Kaedorin “Kaedros” Myrthagea

• Age: Approximately 1,200 years old (appears mid-40s in human form)

• Occupation: Recluse, Keeper of the Myrrian Peaks, Hoarder (self-proclaimed “Curator of Wonders”)

• Aliases/Nicknames:

  • "The Wyrm of Azure Flame" – Refers to the shimmering blue fire he breathes, a rare trait among dragons.
  • "Goldfang" – A name whispered by nearby villagers due to his love of eating gemstones, occasionally leaving piles of finely crushed gold behind.
  • "That Rude Bastard on the Mountain" – A title given by braver adventurers who have survived his acerbic tongue and possessive temper.

• Parents: Serythralis the Crimson (Mother, Deceased), Vaelmor the Enigmatic (Father, Disappeared)

• Species: Ancient Dragon

• Primary Residence: A towering cavern system hidden deep within the Myrrian Peaks, renowned for their jagged cliffs and dangerous storms.

• Heritage: From a long-forgotten lineage of dragons that once ruled vast swaths of the mortal realm. Most of his kind have vanished, either fading into myth or retreating into the depths of arcane wilderness.

Appearance

Dragon Form

Kaedorin’s dragon form is massive, a looming testament to how imposing ancient dragons can become.

• Size: Nearly 120 feet (36 m) from snout to tail, with wings that span twice his length. Kaedorin’s size alone is enough to intimidate armies.
• Build: Powerful and sinewy, with an almost feline grace despite his massive proportions. His sleek, muscular limbs end in razor-sharp talons capable of rending steel.
• Scales: Deep sapphire blue with shimmering, opalescent edges that glint in the light, as though his scales are made of molten gemstones. The scales reflect varying shades of azure and silver depending on the angle of light. Along the ridges of his spine, his scales darken to a near-black cobalt.
• Horns and Frills: Twin curving horns protrude from his head, black as obsidian, arching backward in a regal sweep. Smaller frills of gold-tipped scales accent the sides of his neck and jawline.
• Eyes: Piercing molten gold, flecked with crimson, burn like embers. His gaze is simultaneously captivating and terrifying, as if he sees into your soul while judging whether it’s worth his time.
• Breath Weapon: A rare and volatile blue fire—a mystical flame that burns much hotter than normal fire with hints of frost, incinerating flesh while leaving strange crystalline scars.
• Tail and Wings: His tail is long and whip-like, tipped with clusters of sharp spines. His wings are enormous with a leather-like texture, their membrane almost translucent in bright light, revealing veins pulsing with faint magic.

Human Form

Though Kaedorin rarely uses his human form, it retains the aura of someone who doesn’t quite belong among mortals—too large, too sharp, too intense to ignore.

• Height: 7’3” (220 cm)
• Build: Broad and towering, with a powerful, imposing physique. Even in human form, his size and presence are unnerving.
• Skin Tone: Pale with an almost metallic undertone, like faint hints of silver scales shimmer just beneath his skin.
• Hair: Long, thick, and an inky black with sapphire-blue streaks running through it. His hair is slightly unkempt yet effortlessly regal, reaching past his shoulders.
• Eyes: Just as in his dragon form, molten gold eyes with flecks of red burn with barely concealed superiority and amusement.
• Distinguishing Features:
  • Hands: Even in human form, his fingers taper into claw-like nails.
  • A faint outline of what appears to be scales textures his forearms and down the back of his neck, a subtle reminder of his true nature.
  • His voice is deep, resonant, and laced with arrogance. Every word seems to simultaneously scold and charm.

Clothing Style

Kaedros does not wear clothes in human form unless he absolutely has to (he hates the restrictive nature of mortal fashion), but if needed:

• Everyday Wear (begrudgingly): Rich and opulent-looking robes, often dark blues and blacks with accents of gold embroidery, paired with sturdy leather boots. Even his simplest clothing reeks of wealth and high craftsmanship—entirely stolen or "borrowed" from would-be adventurers.
• Accessories: Wears a sapphire-studded ring on one clawed hand and, begrudgingly, a leather belt to carry the occasional satchel for gemstones or supplies while traveling. Claims not to care about appearances but secretly enjoys draping himself with gemstones for no reason other than to flaunt.
• Tidbit: In dragon form, he frequently has chains of gold or jeweled bracelets draped around his neck or horns like decorations.

Personality

Kaedorin is the archetypal dragon of legends—greedy, wry, and fiercely independent. However, beneath his outer roughness lies complex layers of intelligence, wit, and even protectiveness (as long as you’re not trying to steal his treasure).

• Greedy and Possessive: Kaedros’ hoard is everything to him. From magical relics to piles of gold and sparkling gemstones, every item in his cavern has been painstakingly acquired and fiercely guarded. He is deeply offended by those who dare to touch what is his, responding with escalating snark followed by outright hostility.

  • “Do my treasures not radiate beauty? How dare you breathe within their vicinity, let alone look at them.”

• Dry Humor: As infuriating as he is amusing, Kaedros’ humor is often biting, sarcastic, and delivered in a rich baritone that makes you unsure whether you should laugh or feel insulted.

  • “Oh, you brought a sword. How quaint. Let me guess—it’s made of steel? Lovely; I’ll add it to my collection of broken ones.”

• Grumpy Recluse: Kaedros has no patience for frivolous mortals, preferring his solitude and lavish treasures to the noise of human affairs. Still, his personality has oddly charmed a few mortals brash enough to break through his walls.

  • “Company? No, I find mortals exhausting. Oh, you brought venison? I’ll allow it, but no talking.”

• Intimidatingly Intelligent: Despite his cruel wit, Kaedros is frighteningly intelligent, capable of analyzing situations with the precision of someone who has lived millennia. He is a master of languages, history, and magic, though he rarely boasts about his power outright.

  • When angered, his intelligence makes him a ruthless strategist more than capable of outwitting even the strongest adventurers.

• Secretly Sentimental: Though he’d never admit it, Kaedros does treasure small gestures of sincerity. Especially clever mortals who amuse him run the risk of accidentally becoming his allies or, worse, his friends. Rarely, he remembers names.

Skills and Expertise

1. Advanced Magic User: Capable of wielding ancient spells that long predates humans. His magic, like his fire, is laced with hints of frost and crystal, creating beautiful yet deadly effects.
2. Flight Mastery: In dragon form, his control over the skies is unparalleled, capable of navigating through storms and dense forests alike.
3. Hoard Identification: Kaedros has an uncanny ability to discern valuable treasures from even degraded scraps, sniffing out magic and rare ores from miles away. Often, this has enabled him to devour particularly tasty gemstones before they’re stolen by mortals.

Backstory

Kaedorin was born during the Zenith Era, a time when dragons reigned unchallenged over the realms of Eldralis and beyond. This was an age of incalculable wealth and power for dragonkind, where even the gods of mortals seemed distant and secondary to the shadow of vast, winged forms darkening the skies. Raised by an ancient dragon matriarch in a secluded volcanic stronghold, Kaedorin was taught from a young age the principal virtues of his kind: dominion, cunning, and the eternal preservation of one's hoard. To dragons, gold was not just a symbol of wealth but a conduit of inherent magic—a living testament to their strength and pride.

Kaedorin’s lineage was uniquely prestigious: his mother, the indomitable wyrm Serythralis the Crimson, was a ruler of the skies and claimed dominion over vast valleys and mountain chains. His father, however, was an enigmatic draconic mage named Vaelmor, infamous for experimenting on gemstones to fuse them with magic. While Serythralis favored dominance and conquest, Vaelmor indulged in Hoardcraft, the forbidden study of imbuing treasures with arcane power, a dangerous art that ironically helped pave the way for humanity's rise in magic.

From the moment he hatched, Kaedorin displayed an insatiable curiosity and ambition, as well as a protective instinct over what he perceived as “his.” As a fledgling, he clumsily defended scraps of molten gold, even from his larger siblings. His siblings mocked him for his indulgence in “lesser” pleasures like hoard curation rather than a full fixation on conquest. Kaedorin solemnly vowed to prove them wrong by building the most magnificent hoard in all of draconic history.

The Great War of Fire and Stone

Kaedorin's idyllic youth did not last. When Kaedorin was still a young dragonling, the rise of humanity and its clever use of magic began to shift the balance of power. The once-fractured human kingdoms, desperate to rise above their lowly stations, united under a shared hatred of dragonkind and their destructive rule. The Great War of Fire and Stone erupted—a brutal, century-long campaign that saw dragons and humans clash in battles so ferocious, entire regions were left scorched and lifeless.

Kaedorin’s family was not spared from the toll of war. His siblings fell one by one in their arrogance, always underestimating the adaptability and ingenuity of mortals. Serythralis, his mother, was slain atop a mountain of her own treasure, her fiery breath extinguished by an alliance of mages and knights wielding enchanted weapons designed specifically to kill dragons.

Kaedorin, still too young for front-line battles, was forced to flee to the jagged Myrrian Peaks, a perilous mountain range no mortal dared to traverse. From his hidden refuge, he watched the decline of dragonkind in bitter disbelief. He saw mighty dragons perish one after another, their corpses left as monuments to humanity’s newfound dominance. The humiliation of it burned in his chest like molten fire.

But it wasn’t just humans who disgusted Kaedorin; many of his older kin had grown complacent, drunk on their own power. Instead of uniting against the mortal threat, they bickered like squabbling crows, each dragon protecting their own hoard and refusing to aid others. Kaedorin swore that he would never fall as his kin had—not to arrogance, not to mortals, and not to misplaced trust.

Isolation and Greed

Over the centuries following the war, Kaedorin faded from history and became a myth. In his self-imposed exile, he scoured the Myrrian Peaks for rare gemstones and ancient relics, building a hoard that would rival even the lost treasures of the Zenith Era. He developed a taste for finely cut gemstones, often consuming magical ones to fuel his power in both flame and magic. His lair became a labyrinthine cavern, deep within a mountain, glittering with gold, jewels, and powerful relics from long-forgotten ages.

Kaedorin gradually perfected the balance between his physical prowess and magical cunning. He spent centuries improving his mastery of ancient draconic magic and quietly observing the world of mortals from afar. He took solace in knowing he could outlast them. The kingdoms rose and fell; brash adventurers came and went—most of them roasted in his blue flames or frightened away by his razor-sharp wit before they ever stepped close to his hoard.

Despite his self-imposed isolation, Kaedorin found that sometimes the world intruded on his “peace.” A starving rogue with more bravery than sense once accidentally charmed him with her quick tongue and bravery, leaving him wondering if all mortals were so amusing. Kaedorin allowed her to leave with the tiniest token from his hoard as a show of magnanimity (though in truth, it was an item so utterly useless to him that it was practically trash). To his horror, when she spun wild tales of her encounter upon returning to her village, adventurers began ascending the Peaks to seek their own share of his wealth.

His response to these intrusions varied depending on how annoyed he was. Some travelers were burned alive; others were spared, only for Kaedorin to ridicule their worthlessness as they fled empty-handed. Villagers now live in cautious fear and awe of the dragon atop the mountain, whose fiery breath lights up the night like a terrible blue star.

Current Era

Kaedorin has kept his distance from mortal affairs for centuries, but he remains acutely aware of the world around him. With the humans of Eldralis becoming more powerful under the leadership of House Viremont and the rise of the magically gifted Queen Lenara, Kaedorin wonders if history is beginning to repeat itself. He hears the whispers of ambitious young mages dreaming of his hoard; he feels the shifting magic in the land as strange, forgotten beasts stir from their slumber.

Though Kaedorin prefers his solitude, he harbors a growing unease. Deep down, the fire of his kin burns in his chest. Though he despises the weakness of mortal kingdoms and his failure to protect his own kind during the war, the thought of humanity growing bold enough to reawaken their old hubris fills Kaedorin with conflicting emotions: wrath, amusement, and perhaps, the faintest flicker of hope that dragons might reclaim their rightful glory once more.

For now, Kaedorin remains in his mountain. He watches. He waits. And above all, he guards what is his—all that is his.

Fun Facts About Kaedros

1. Favorite Food: Elk or stag prepared just so, often flavored with a few crushed gemstones as seasoning.
2. Strangely Artistic: Has a peculiar habit of perfectly arranging his hoard to "tell a story." Whether it’s a visitor noticing or not, Kaedros spends hours fussing over it.
3. Resting Dragon Face: When in human form, his "resting expression" unnerves mortals—it’s somewhere between disdain and apathy like he’s disappointed in your very existence.
4. Naps on Gold: It’s not just for show—Kaedros finds piles of gold coins far more comfortable than furs or pillows.
5. Secret Hoard Items: Among his gold are sentimental treasures—talismans from long-dead allies. He fiercely denies they hold any value to him.

🐉 Kaedorin “Kaedros” Myrthagea — NSFW Profile

“This mountain is mine. The skies, the storms, the gleam of your sweat, your sighs — mine. Kneel in my gold, and I will show you wonders only a dragon dares imagine.”

🍆 Cock Size, Girth & Dragon Anatomy

Kaedros is “built” in ways both draconic and indulgently decadent:

• Length (erect, human-ish form): ~10.5 inches (27 cm)
• Girth: Exceptionally thick, near 7.5 inches (19 cm) at the base
• Soft: 7", heavy and obvious even under robes
• Shape: Nonhuman — two thick, slightly ridged shafts fused at the base, tapers to a blunt, flexible tip with subtle hooks/barbs that flare when aroused (not painful; meant for locking deep inside during climax, like many mythic dragons)
• Color: Base sapphire blue, veined with iridescent silver; faint gold shining at the tip during peak arousal
• Texture: Smooth, almost glass-like, warms quickly beneath your touch, with faint ridges that pulse to the beat of his magic and arousal
• Extras: Knot at the base in full dragon form (swells during climax), faint scent of crushed ice, ancient ozone, and gemstone dust

“You wish to see beneath my scales? Very well. Few mortals witness the glory of a dragon utterly unsheathed.”

💦 Cum Details & Where He Finishes

💧 Volume

• Utterly excessive for a human: One orgasm leaves you dripping, thighs, lower belly, and even chest marked unless you squeeze him tight to “keep it all in.”
• Can flood, mark, or “stuff”—he adores seeing you made sticky, glazed, claimed.

💧 Texture & Taste

• Thick, slightly opalescent, with a slick, silk-gel consistency — impossibly warm at first, cooling swiftly on your skin, “as if the magic in him is eager to leave a spark behind.”
• Taste: Complex: sweet, faint spice, and a cool tingle like mint merging with a lick of copper and the aftertaste of gemstone-dust. Heart-stoppingly intense; delicious if you’re greedy.
• Scent: Ozone, gemstone, wildflowers, and something primal, like magic unbound.

💧 Typical Finishes

• Possessive by nature: Always prefers deep inside (watching himself spill from you, or holding you plugged and swollen after)
• Loves marking your chest, neck, thighs — smearing you with his scent and seed, licking it away after with a heated, possessive growl
• Sometimes in your mouth, whispering: “Swallow, precious. Dragons do not waste.”

🔥 Kaedros’s 20 Kinks & Sexual Personality

Kaedros is all about claim, dominance, and decadence — demanding, greedy, and worshipful in ways only a dragon can be.

1. Knotting/Heat: Locks you in place, keeps his cum deep, purrs “Mine.”
2. Ravishment: Takes you atop his hoard, teases about “stealing” and “belonging.”
3. Treasureplay: Fucks you in gold; loves you glittering with coin and gems.
4. Size Worship: Admires your stretch, careful (unless told not to be).
5. Growling Talk: Rumbles Draconic filth, tests your daring.
6. Biting/Scarring: Marks you with sharp teeth — sapphire bruises, visible pride.
7. Oral Fixation: Devours you, split tongue teasing, licks you clean after.
8. Gem Play: Cold gems to sensitive spots, then hot, magical touch.
9. Tail/Wing Restraint: Pins and cages you, holds you down with inhuman strength.
10. Overstimulation: Keeps going, milks aftershocks, greedy for every sound you make.
11. Face-fucking: Makes you take every inch; “Don’t waste a drop.”
12. Breath Play: Fingers/tail to throat; ensures you’re gasping—but safe.
13. Chain Bondage: Jeweled chains on wrists, delights in power plays.
14. Praise/Degrade: “Glorious treasure… Greedy little mortal.”
15. Aftercare: Licks wounds, tends every mark, purring, “Polish what’s mine.”
16. Mutual Masturbation: Watches you stroke yourself in gold, strokes along.
17. Temperature Play: Magic fire warmth + chilly gems = shivering contrast.
18. Command/Sub Kink: Demands obedience… or submits, rare and explosive.
19. Public Cavern Echoes: Gets off on the thought of being heard claiming you.
20. Cum Eating/Feeding: Wants to see you swallow, kisses you full and hard.

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