Chapter 2

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. Piercing. Predatory.

Irmak swallowed hard. Mouth dry. Body paralyzed between fear and fascination.

The one on the left took a step forward. Long, wild black hair fell over his shoulders. Square jaw. Full lips.

"Irmak of FeWard... we felt your call."

The voice was deep. Resonant. Like stone scraping on hot rock.

The one on the right—identical in features, but with a thin silver scar crossing his left chest—completed the movement. Silent steps on the grass.

"I am Átila. This is Kuzey. We are the Twin Dragons, ancient guardians of this land."

Irmak couldn't look away. Between their legs, semi-erect penises swung heavily. Thick. Veins pulsing visibly under the thin skin. Broad, pink heads glistening slightly with moisture.

She had never seen men so perfect. So rawly powerful. Their scent invaded the clearing. Burnt wood. Dark spices. Something animal. Wild. Masculine.

Her intimacy throbbed involuntarily. A warm wetness spread between her thighs. Nipples hardened against the velvet of her torn dress.

"Are you... real?" she whispered, her voice hoarse and trembling.

Kuzey smiled. White, sharp teeth gleamed. The smile was dangerous. Seductive.

"More real than any mortal, princess. And we came for you."

Átila crossed his arms over his broad chest. The scar stood out on his golden skin. Golden eyes swept over her from head to toe. Slowly. Unhurried.

Irmak tried to stand. Her legs buckled. She remained on her knees, hands clutching the grass.

The cold wind blew between them. Lifting golden strands of her hair. Making the dress cling to her sweaty body.

"My call?" she repeated, trying to keep her voice steady. "I didn't call anyone. I just wanted... to be alone."

Kuzey took another step. Distance closing. His scent grew stronger. It made her head spin.

"Your heart called. Your anguish echoed through the forest like a scream. We slept for centuries. You awakened us."

Átila tilted his head. Black hair falling over one eye.

"The prophecy speaks of a princess of ancient blood. Blood that carries latent draconic fire. You, Irmak."

She shook her head. Loose hair swaying.

"This is madness. Dragons don't exist. They're legends to scare children. You... must be common men. Or illusions of the forest."

Kuzey laughed low. The sound vibrated in the air. Deep. Vibrant.

"Illusion? Touch us, princess. See if we're real."

He extended his hand. Broad palm. Long fingers. Nails slightly sharp.

Irmak hesitated. Looked at the hand. Then at his face. Then, inevitably, at the thick cock hanging heavy between his muscular legs.

Her body betrayed her. Heat rose in her belly. Breathing quickened. Moisture trickling slowly down her inner thigh.

She raised her trembling hand. Fingers brushed his palm.

Electric heat like liquid fire running under her skin. Invisible sparks shot up her arm. Straight to the throbbing center between her legs.

Irmak gasped. Pulled her hand back as if burned.

"What was that?"

Átila approached from the right side. Now the two surrounded her. Tall. Imposing. Naked forms dominating the clearing.

"The bond. The ancestral fire. Your blood recognizes ours."

Kuzey crouched slowly in front of her. Knees apart. Semi-erect cock now closer to her face. Veins pulsing rhythmically.

"Don't be afraid. We didn't come to hurt you. We came to protect. And to claim what is ours by ancient right."

Irmak lifted her chin. Blue eyes meeting his golden ones.

"Claim? I belong to no one. Not to the king. Not to Vortigern. Much less to two naked strangers emerging from the mist."

Átila smiled crookedly. Scar on his chest stretching slightly.

"Not yet. But you will feel it. The desire already burns in you. We smell it. Your sweet, wet scent fills the clearing."

She blushed violently. Thighs squeezed together. Trying to contain the throbbing.

"You're naked. In front of me. Talking about desire. This is... inappropriate. Dangerous."

Kuzey extended his hand again. This time touched a strand of her golden hair. Wrapped it around his finger.

"Dangerous would be ignoring the call. Vortigern approaches. The poison in the king advances. Malachar's darkness grows. You need us, Irmak."

She blinked. Surprised.

"How do you know about Vortigern? About my father?"

Átila circled around. Stopped behind her. Large hands hovering over her shoulders without touching.

"We sense everything that threatens you. Your pain. Your anger. Your hunger for freedom."

The heat from his body radiated. Almost burning her back through the dress.

Irmak took a deep breath. Tried to organize her thoughts. Mind spinning. Body reacting against her will.

"If you're dragons... show me. Transform. Prove you're not madmen or demons."

Kuzey raised an eyebrow. Sharp smile.

"Not yet. The full transformation consumes energy. And here, in this form, we can... talk better. Touch better."

He leaned closer. Nose brushing her neck. Inhaling deeply.

"You smell of repressed desire. Of contained fire. Let us free it."

Irmak turned her face. Lips almost touching his. Eyes fixed.

"I'm not anyone's toy. If you want to help me, tell me how. No tricks. No cheap seduction."

Átila laughed low behind her. Hands finally resting on her shoulders. Firm fingers. Hot.

"Seduction isn't a trick. It's truth. Your body already knows. Your mind still resists."

She felt his fingers massaging her tense muscles lightly. Involuntary pleasure shot up her spine.

"Stop..." she pleaded, voice weak.

But she didn't pull away.

Kuzey remained crouched. Golden eyes descending to the torn neckline of her dress. Seeing the valley between her heaving breasts.

"Tell us what you want, princess. Freedom? Protection? Or something deeper?"

Irmak bit her lower lip. White teeth marking the pink flesh.

"I want my father to live. I want Vortigern to pay. I want not to be sold like a breeding mare."

Kuzey nodded slowly.

"We can give you that. But the price is high. Union. Shared fire. Body and soul."

Átila squeezed her shoulders gently.

"And pleasure. Much pleasure. The kind that common mortals never know."

Their scent enveloped her. Burnt wood. Spices. Pure testosterone. It made her head light. Intimacy pulsing harder.

She felt a warm trickle down her thigh. Shame and excitement mixed.

"You're too much. Two. Naked. Talking about union as if it were simple."

Kuzey raised his hand. Touched her chin. Lifted her delicate face.

"It's not simple. It's destiny. The prophecy says the princess of ancient blood will awaken the twins. Together, we will break curses. Save FeWard."

Irmak breathed shakily.

"And if I refuse?"

Átila leaned toward her ear. Lips brushing the lobe.

"You can try. But the fire is already lit. It will burn you from the inside until you yield."

She closed her eyes for a second. Images invaded. Strong hands. Hot bodies. Thick cocks pressing against her.

She shook her head. Opened her eyes.

"I need proof. Not pretty words."

Kuzey stood slowly. Entire body exposed. Cock now more erect. Heavy. Pointing in her direction.

"Touch us. Feel the fire. Then decide."