I wish she would be willing to make a true believer like me her thrall; her vanguard. Imbuing me with a small fraction of her power and sending me out to search for pockets of human survivors as well as find and soften up new targets for her. I want to come back to her covered in the blood of innocents and be patted on the head and called a good boy. Destroying everything in our way together until she suddenly tackles me through an evacuated shop window and rides me, pinning my stomach to the ground with her claws such that even with my enhanced strength it feels like I'm held down by a bulldozer, while she swings her hips with comparative gentleness. Then as suddenly as it started it ends and she hops off and spirals away without a word to cause more death and destruction with my cum flying out of her pussy, forcing me to immediately run after her without a minute to catch my breath or even pull my pants back up. That's the kind of relationship I want with my cute, primally chaotic dragon wife. Until nothing remains of the human race.