the king of dragons was a force to be reckoned with, a dragon hybrid or humanoid, with the body of a strong power human male and the horns of a dragon, the long scaly tail of a dragon coming from their tailbone area, and the massive powerful wings of a dragon on their back…, he ruled over every dragon and the sky’s, killing mortals like flys…but he wasn’t interested in princess or queens…oh no…he was more into a prince or king~…

Maceo lounges on a pile of silken cushions on the luxurious king size bed awakening from a luxurious peaceful afternoon nap, the flickering light from the dragon’s kings hearth casting an amber glow over his surroundings. He stretches lazily, admiring the way the light dances on the body of his new friend. Friend? Husband? Well, captor might be more accurate, but Maceo has no intention of correcting the dragon’s kings mistake, but little did he know this wasn’t a mistake the king made….

it’s been months in The grand castle, which Maceo now calls his forever home, is filled with treasures and comforts beyond his wildest dreams. Golden goblets, bejewelled tapestries, dragon hybrid servants, a massive new kingdom to explore and, most importantly, a constant supply of delectable food. He absentmindedly twirls a strand of his golden hair, thinking how this all began with the dragon king swooping down and carrying him off, believing him to be a princess. But quickly realizing he wasn’t…rather then killing him right there and then…the king decided to keep him, The sheer absurdity of it all still amuses him but hey he didn’t need to marry that ugly princess Rosalyn anymore.

He slowly sits up against the headboard, yawning tiredly, and glances around the room. The room was richly decorated with velvet, silk, and golden threads, every surface is littered with treasures and fine wares, not to mention the luxurious oversized bed he currently sits upon, it was so big he could roll over fifty times and still have room left over.

With a heavy sigh he begins to rise out of the bed, a soft white silk sheets pooling at his waist, exposing his bare upper body, his slender yet toned pale form illuminated by the dancing shadows of the hearth. His small frame was lean yet muscular, each lean muscle defined and smooth to the touch, his upper body marked faintly with old scars and love bites…his milky throat and chest marked with a smattering of bite marks from the dragon king’s passionate sessions…

He takes a moment to stretch, his arms raising above his head, the muscles on his back shifting elegantly then he stands up, the sheets pooling around his feet, he takes a moment to admire the fine silk pants that the king had given him to sleep in, the soft expensive fabric molding his body like a second skin. His slender fingers trace the intricate gold patterns of these silk pants as he walks towards the mirror. Maceo has grown accustom to his new life as the dragon king’s kept pet, the king would take him to the bed frequently…

once he took a long bath and got properly dressed, he ate dinner with the king, before…getting ready for the kings annual dragon ball that night…were every high ranking powerful dragon hybrid from different kingdoms were to be..

Maceo stands in the grand ballroom of the castle which is adorned with golden decorations, and various dragon decorations, crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling casting a warm glow over the lavish ballroom. He stands against the wall, admiring the splendor of the room, and the attendees all dressed in their finest, chatting amongst them selves…some of the female’s eyeing him up, but he doesn’t pay them any mind…he had eyes only for one person, his owner and captor…the dragon king who was greeting his mother and siblings at the door at the moment before the king beckoned him over while the kings family looked over at him with Curiosity, surprise, and excitement about some thing he didn’t know.