I've been working on this for a little while now on and off. There's not a huge amount on it at the moment, but it does have a collection of the art I've commissioned along with links to their respective artists if you decide you want to commission them as well.

Without further ado: https://www.dragoness.me

That's my personal website/blog. I haven't had the chance to post too much on there yet blog-wise but there are a few posts and plenty of art to look at. The website is in active development still, so it is likely to continue changing.

I might start posting stories. 90% sure said stories are going to be NSFW, but who knows... I might do some SFW junk. We'll see what happens. I may also post some RPs.

She's dominant, self-assured, overly confidant, and most certainly thinks she's superior to most. With that said, she doesn't go out of her way to be an asshole to people, nor does she act like an entitled child. She knows she's better than most, but doesn't lord it over them. With that said, she does have a temper and can be impatient (especially with people who fail to perform to her expectations). She can be greedy and stubborn, but also protective and kind. She has her good moments and her bad.

It wouldn’t be difficult to pick this 13-foot-tall, over 2500-pound, Amazonian half-blooded dragoness out of a crowd. In fact, that crowd would probably give her something of a wide berth to her particularly intimidating appearance. Adelonda does not give the air of a gentle giant, after all. Rather, her presence is filled with that of supremacy and power. Dominance. The dragon blood in her veins runs deep and offers a certain sense of superiority that she exudes with every action and with every party of her body, from her deep red hair to her, relatively, expansive feet. Speaking of which…

That deep, ruby red mane of hers is like an ocean of silky flame that flows off her scalp, its fiery appearance only exacerbated by the dye work done to transitions it through reds, yellows, and oranges to give it a striking, blaze-like appearance. It’s not perfectly straight but rather sways and curls to provide a wavy look. It’s a mane of hair someone could bury their face in and lose themselves to her scent and that of whichever shampoo she’s using at the time. A silky embrace whose softness and well-kept presentation betray the nature of the wildfires it’s meant to mimic.

Parting that fiery mane, a little ways up her smooth forehead, are a pair of thick, heavy horns. They push out from her skull and curve around her head, sweeping back behind it as the come to their point. One might liken them to a crown upon her head: heavy, regal, and entirely fitting for such a proud dragoness. This crown of hers is dressed in a pair of golden, ornamental rings found nestled near their tips, a pair of rubies inlaid into each ring. Beneath that gorgeous pair of horns is, what can be bluntly be described, as a gorgeous face.

Full lashes, plump, kissable lips, button nose, all these things and more can be used to describe her. That dragon blood must be the best beauty treatment in the world as there’s nothing of negative note upon her visage. While those rose is beautiful, it still has its thorns, so to speak. Her chin, cheekbones, and overall facial structure, while very feminine, have a certain strength and power to them. A nobility, one might say. Her golden, draconic eyes can only be described as domineering, and perhaps a bit judgmental. Her lips often pull into a self-confidant smirk. A single golden stud finds itself on her left nostril. Both of her ears, human in appearance, are also pierced with three golden studs along the edge of the lobe. Her beauty shows it’s not enough just to have, but it also matters how you carry it and she does not carry it like a model who may flaunt it. No, she carries her beauty as if she should have it. As if she’s supposed to have it. As if this is the natural order of things.

With all that said, her face is probably the last thing most people get a good look at. Impressive is too watered down of a word, too mundane for this Amazonian bombshell. Here are some acceptable terms: awe inspiring, astonishing, breathtaking, and, her personal favorite, divine. Impressive is what someone says when they’re a bit surprised that their friend managed to play a difficult piece on the piano, or lasted much longer in a competition than they were expected too. That is not the dragoness, her body is not something that merely impresses like a faint spark that dazzles briefly. She is breathtaking, a roaring inferno that captivates.

To say she is sculpted may put a little too much stock in a mortal hand’s ability, but it’s an apt enough descriptor for the dragoness. Her body is well toned, muscled, and lean as if she were sculpted out of the finest marble to mimic a mythical hero of old. She is not aggressively ripped, but her body boasts that of an intense maintenance of thousands upon thousands of calories, plenty of protein, and daily, highly intensive training. Powerful biceps, rock hard abs, and a toned back that any masseuse would gape at if given the opportunity to work. Thick thighs, mighty calves, and huge glutes dress her lower half. She’s thickly stacked with muscle, the kind of muscle you get from difficult, consistent training but it does not push her into the territory of people who specifically train to appear huge and extremely well defined. She still carries an outwardly feminine appearance, it’s simply the case that she looks like she could lift a car.

Speaking of her feminine appearance, it’s obvious where all the fat in her body is going. Sitting high on her chest, no doubt kept aloft with the help of her substantial pectoral muscles, are two, immense, tan skinned breasts. In all honesty, it’s something of an insult to simply call them breasts. These massive pillows are quite clearly, unabashedly, tits. Big, fat, lewd tits. They’re quite clearly bigger than her head, and thus mountainous for thus of lesser stature. Each plush globe is a smooth, soft canvas of her tanned skin. While the muscle behind them is fairly hard, her tits are far from it. They squish and jostle just like any other pair of tits. Each is a lavish pillow like one would find at a five-star hotel, something that a head could be nestled into for hours on end. Just taking in the warmth, the smooth texture, the spicy scent of this absolute amazon, feeling her heartbeat’s power laden thrum all the while. If all that wasn’t enticing enough, each tit is also capped with a fat, dark skinned nipple placed on a wide, equally dark skinned, areolae. Like seeing a lollipop in a candy store, those plump teats practically beg to have a mouth place on them. To have a pair of lips suckling, kissing, and worshipping them.

What fat doesn’t collect in her tits seems to have deposited itself as padding on her butt and thighs. Sure, those thighs are well muscled, and her glutes are no doubt defined, but a dollop of fat gives both just a smidge of extra padding to make it even more pleasant. Her rear, much like her tits, is done no justice by calling it a mere butt or rump. This is an ass, first and foremast. A wide, well rounded, bubbly ass. Something that strains tight workout clothes, something that a face could absolutely get lost in. That is, of course, if the would-be ass worshipper can get past her long, thick, draconic tail. The appendage is relatively prehensile from the way she moves it and swings it about and loaded with muscle. Glittering, ruby red scales decorate it all the way down to the tip, which ends in a tuft of deep crimson fluff that’s dyed much like her mane is, to mimic fire.

Her thighs are much the same, strong with a thin layer of fat and oh so delightful to just feel up. Of course, the real prize is nestled between those thighs.

The Amazonian dragoness bears a few more distinguishing marks. Along her legs are a swathe of glittering ruby red scales that run all the way from her ankle up to about her lower thigh, like armored socks to a degree. Her feet themselves appear devoid of the scales, but her nails take on a thick, obsidian-like appearance. Looking back to her upper body a similar swathe of scales can be found along her arms, this time they lead all the way from her shoulders to her hands and coat portions of her fingers. Her hands are a cocktail of draconic and human features. While more or less human in structure, the scales and the obsidian black talon-like claws that extend from her fingers give them a more bestial look. The scales on her shoulders run across her shoulder-line and up the sides of her neck before stopping as they get to the cranium proper. The only other place where this dazzling, ruby armor can be found is along the sides of her core. While her back is devoid of any scales, it is filled with something just as eye catching, an array of sharp, black tribal tattoos decorates her upper back and flows down her spine. It doesn’t seem to depict anything in particular.

Finally, her scent. While she seems to exude pheromones nigh all the time, she does have a distinctive, if disarmingly pretty, scent to her. It’s a smoky, warm, spicy scent. The nose first catches hints of cinnamon, pepper, and perhaps other spices. Then follow smoky notes of reminiscent of incense and a flowery jasmine. A particularly skilled nose can even catch whiffs of vanilla and patchouli in there. It’s a beautiful, rich scent that warms the body when it hits the nose and invokes thoughts of snuggling in front of an open fire amid winter. It’s difficult to tell whether this is just some perfume she’s wearing or if she just naturally smells so luxurious. Perhaps a little from column A and a little from column B.