I Am Varzolotroxx the Crimson, Terror of the Moors, Scion of Flaming Rage, The Bescaled Author, Scholar of Seven Tongues, Carnality Incarnate, Renowned and Feared, Infamous from the Mountains in the West to the Shining Eastern Sea, from the Swamps of the South to the Great Frigid North, & I am a zoophile. Feel blessed in my presence, even if vicariously through this medium of text. This great scroll recounts but a fraction of my exploits, so they may be remembered through the ages!

You may take a moment to collect yourself. I can only assume you have shed a tear at my majesty, but do avoid getting this scroll wet, for it is an historical record more valuable than a thousand thousand of your pathetic human lives. Also you'll read it better after you dry your eyes.

As I said, I am a zoophile. I am attracted to the lower species, namely humans. While the pathetic apes fuck their goats & call it beastiality, I eye up their daughters & sons. Not many know this, but if you look closely at a human, you may notice differences between their sexes! The female, for example, tends to have a more pronounced upper torso, & often chooses to wear a kind of robe with a closed front they call a 'dress'. Observations like these are what makes me such a prolific intellectual~

But worry not, dear animal, I shall tell of my conquests soon enough~

In 1043 I flew to this region from across the ocean. No, I was not fleeing! This is slander from my greatest adversary, Demikkarrinoz, Dragon Tyrant of the Eastern Continent. She did not drive me out! I moved of my own accord to greener pastures, literally.

With me I brought my legendary bejeweled library, full up with the knowledge of a dozen ages. It is the envy of intellectuals of every continent, & an object of worship nearly as magnificent as I! Nearly.

When I chose this cave, it already had a resident. It was this lithe golden thing calling herself 'Sonjymaryrr'. I would list her dozen names & titles here, but she deserves it not; may she be forgotten by time. She was a whore of a dragon, unworthy even of her gilded hide!

She attempted to copulate with me almost immediately, of course. I have no interest in my own kind, but I found the opportunity to continue my lineage intriguing. I agreed to allow her to incubate my great seed so long as she submitted to my will.

We did not fly into the air for the great mating dance. No, we did it as the humans do: dirty, violent, & on the floor. She tried to resist, of course, but I reminded her of her deference to me & wrapped my claw around her throat.

I plunged into her while I squeezed. She tried to batter me with her wings, so I retaliated by tearing them to ribbons. That seemed to teach her I mean business. I closed my eyes & tried to imagine I was ruining the miniscule cunt of a human, but it didn't help much.

By the time I filled her up, she was out – I had wrung the breath from her throat. Luckily she was alive yet, or else my disgust would've been for naught, so I just tossed her in the back of the cave, ripped the last of the membrane from her wings, & graciously allowed her to sleep it off.

She was truly insufferable to den with. I spent most of my days in the study translating tomes simply so I wouldn't have to speak to her. Once a week though, I'd have to go hunting for the both of us, because she couldn't fly on her damaged wings. Who ever heard of a dragon that couldn't fly?

I was so grateful 4 months later when she finally laid. She must've seen the joy on my face, because she looked to me with such naïve hope, fool that she was. She asked me to take her mating again 'properly,' I suppose expecting me to show more kindness this time.

I indeed took her in my claws above the clouds, but when she began to grind on me I dropped her.

A proper dragon would've glided out of that fall & came back for revenge, but she was a cripple. Who ever heard of a dragon that can't fly?

Apparently she landed atop a local town, dead on impact. That wouldn't be the first time they'd feel my looming presence though. Shortly thereafter I introduced myself to them as the one who had slain their local monster. Their joy turn to grief & terror ever so sweetly when I demanded my monthly tithe & they realized I'd be far far worse than that miserable slut ever was.

But on that day I gained a new title: Drækiller.

And with my mate gone, I could finally engage with my more preferred type of carnal pleasure~