로그인In the medieval kingdom of FeWard, Princess Irmak, heir to the throne, flees the shackles of an arranged marriage and the palace intrigues that threaten her succession. But when she encounters the mysterious twins Kuzey and Átila – ancient dragons disguised as seductive warriors – a forbidden fire ignites. Claimed by their fiery and possessive touches, Irmak discovers an ancient prophecy that binds them in a dance of lust, jealousy, and intense double penetration. While a dark curse invoked by a treacherous sorcerer and the machinations of an ambitious lord threaten to destroy everything, Irmak must embrace her paranormal desire to save FeWard... and surrender completely to her twin dragon mates. A paranormal erotic romance filled with spicy passion, epic battles, and a love that burns eternally. Warning: Explicit adult content, with themes of ménage, domination, and hot fantasy.
더 보기The tongue was hot. Rough. Perfect. Swirled in slow circles. Then sucked the swollen bud. Blue sparks danced where his mouth touched. Intensifying every sensation. Átila stayed behind. Body pressed against her back. Hard cock rubbing the curve of her ass. Large hands cupped her breasts. Fingers pinching the nipples with precision. "Let him taste you," he murmured in her ear. "Come in his mouth." Irmak ground against Kuzey's face. Hips moving instinctively. Pleasure rose in waves. Fast. Uncontrollable. "I... I'm going to..." she moaned. Kuzey sucked harder. Two thick fingers entering her tight pussy slowly. Curled them. Found the inner spot. Massaged. Irmak exploded. Violent orgasm. Body convulsing. Hot liquid trickling into Kuzey's mouth. She screamed. Voice echoing in the clearing. "Ah... gods... yes!" Átila held her firmly. Preventing her from falling. Kuzey licked every drop. Slowly. Savoring. When he finished, he raised his face. Lips glistening with her cum. "Firs
Átila remained behind. Hands sliding down her arms. Lifting her gently to her feet. Irmak stood between them. Small. Delicate. Surrounded by muscles and heat. Her right hand extended hesitantly. Fingers brushed Kuzey's chest. Hot skin. Heart beating strong under her palm. Sparks danced again. More intense. Shooting straight to her clit. She moaned low. Involuntary. "Gods..." Kuzey smiled. "Not gods. Dragons." Átila pressed his body against her back. Hard cock brushing the curve of her ass over the dress. "Feel both of us. Choose after." Irmak turned her face to the side. Looked at Átila over her shoulder. "You have no shame. Appearing naked. Talking of prophecy. Touching without asking." Kuzey took her hand. Guided it to his marked abdomen. "Shame is for weak mortals. We are pure desire. Living fire." Her fingers descended slowly. Brushed the line of dark hair leading to the thick cock. She stopped. Heavy breathing. "This is dangerous. I am a princess. You... monsters
A low, dual roar cut through the night like two thunders merging. The sound vibrated in Irmak's chest, shaking her bones. The trees trembled. Leaves fell in a cascade.The black horse reared violently. Front hooves tore through the air. A terrified neigh echoed in the clearing. The reins slipped from her hands.Irmak fell to her knees on the damp grass. Hands sank into the earth. Heart pounding against her ribs. Breath caught in her throat.The animal fled into the darkness, hooves pounding frantically until it vanished among the trees. Silence returned. Heavy. Laden.She raised her head slowly. Blue eyes wide. Trembling hands pressed against the ground.Two tall silhouettes emerged from the low mist. Broad shoulders. Muscular torsos. Golden skin reflecting the silvery moonlight. Completely nude.Defined muscles like living statues sculpted by ancient gods. Broad chest. Abdomen marked in rigid ridges. Powerful thighs. Arms with thick veins.Golden eyes gleamed like living embers. Pier
The full moon of 1250 hung high in the sky over FeWard, pouring silvery light over the Dark Forest. Ancient trees rose like black sentinels, twisted branches intertwining overhead. Shadows danced on the uneven ground. The air was cold and damp.Irmak, the eighteen-year-old princess heir, dug her spurs into the flanks of her black horse. The animal neighed, muscles tensed, galloping at full speed. Dry leaves flew behind them. The biting wind whipped her face."Faster!" she ordered, her voice low and urgent.Her golden braid, long to her waist, was coming undone. Rebellious strands stuck to her sweaty skin. Her dark green velvet dress tore at the hem with every low branch. Dirt and leaves clung to the fine fabric.She didn't look back. The castle of FeWard grew more distant. Its gray towers and royal banners vanished into the nocturnal mist.Her heart pounded hard against her ribs. Each beat echoed like a war drum. Pressure. Duty. Forced marriage."Damned Vortigern..." she murmured thro
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