The Dragon's Chubby Treasure

I never thought a simple book could change everything.

My name is Sera. I am twenty four years old and I have always been the chubby girl. The one with soft round belly that spills over my skirts. Heavy breasts that make my back ache by the end of the day. Thick thighs that rub together when I walk and a plump ass that makes chairs groan under me. Men in the kingdom look past me. They want slim girls with tiny waists. Not someone like me. But tonight I did not care about them. Tonight I wanted power. I wanted to feel alive.

The royal library was quiet and dark. Only my candle lit the old table. Dust floated in the air. I had sneaked into the forbidden section again. My fingers traced the ancient leather cover of the book. It felt warm. Alive. The pages spoke of dragons. Old gods who slept deep in the mountains. Creatures that hoarded gold and beautiful things.

I wanted to be wanted. Even if it was dangerous.

My heart beat faster as I read the words out loud. My voice was soft at first. Then stronger. The runes glowed under my fingertips. A strange heat spread through my body. It settled low in my belly. Between my thick thighs. I pressed them together and kept reading.

The ground shook.

A loud roar exploded through the library. Books fell from the shelves. The stone floor cracked open right in front of me. Hot wind rushed up and blew my candle out. I screamed and stepped back. My soft body jiggled with fear.

Then he came out of the dark hole.

He was massive. Taller than any man I had ever seen. Seven feet of hard muscle and golden scales that shone in the moonlight coming through the high windows. Black horns curved back from his head. His eyes were pure molten gold. They locked on me and did not look away.

I could not move. My legs felt weak. My full breasts rose and fell fast with every breath.

He stepped closer. The air grew hotter. His clawed hand reached out and grabbed my wide hip. His fingers sank deep into my soft flesh. A low growl left his throat.

"So soft," he said. His voice was deep and rough. It made my skin tingle. "I slept for centuries. And the one who wakes me is this chubby little beauty."

I tried to speak but only a small sound came out. His other hand moved to my belly. He squeezed it gently. Like he was testing how plush I was. Heat rushed to my face. No one had ever touched me there. Not with hunger. Not like this.

"What is your name?" he asked. His golden eyes burned into mine.

"Sera," I whispered. My voice shook. "Please. I did not mean to wake you. I was only curious."

He smiled. Sharp teeth flashed. But his touch stayed gentle on my body. He pulled me closer until my soft belly pressed against his hard stomach. I felt something thick and hot against my thigh. It throbbed. It was huge.

"Sera," he repeated. Like he was tasting my name. "I am Vaelor. Dragon king. And you are my treasure now."

Before I could answer he lifted me. My feet left the ground. He held me like I weighed nothing. One arm under my thick ass. His fingers dug into the soft cheek. I gasped as he carried me toward the glowing portal that opened in the air. Golden fire danced around the edges.

"Wait," I said quickly. My hands grabbed his shoulders. The scales felt warm and smooth. "Where are you taking me?"

"To my mountain," he answered. His breath brushed my neck. "To my hoard. Where I can keep you safe. Where I can worship every soft inch of this perfect body."

My heart raced. Part of me was terrified. Another part felt excited. Wetness gathered between my thighs. I had never felt desired before. Not like this.

He stepped through the portal. The library disappeared. Cold air turned warm and smoky. We landed inside a huge cave. Piles of gold coins and jewels glittered everywhere. Soft furs covered a large nest in the center.

Vaelor laid me down gently on the furs. My body sank into them. My dress had ridden up my thick thighs. He stared at me. His eyes moved over my heavy breasts. My round belly. My wide hips.

"You are more beautiful than any gold I have collected," he said. His voice was low and serious. "I will not rush you tonight. But know this Sera. You belong to me now. These curves. This soft belly. These full thighs. They are mine to touch. Mine to taste."

He knelt beside me. His big hand rested on my belly again. He rubbed slow circles. The touch sent sparks through me. I bit my lip to stop a moan.

"Are you scared?" he asked.

"A little," I admitted. "But I do not want to leave."

He leaned down and kissed my soft belly. His lips were hot. His tongue licked one of the rolls. I shivered with pleasure.

"Good," he growled softly. "Because I am keeping you. My chubby treasure. My perfect mate."

I looked up at the dragon king. My body felt alive for the first time. Scared. Excited. Wet. Ready for whatever came next.

But not tonight. Tonight he just held me. Touched me. Made me feel beautiful.

And I knew my old life was gone forever.