All Chapters of The Alpha's Dragon: Chapter 81 - Chapter 87

The wagon wheels groaned against the forest path, each rotation kicking up dust that caught the early morning light. Mangolia sat at the reins, his fingers tight around the leather straps, but his gaze kept drifting to his Alpha seated behind him.Ligon's face remained impassive as he watched the trees blur past, but something in the set of his jaw told Mangolia he was listening to every sound, measuring every shadow. Always alert. Always ready."How far?" Ligon's voice cut through the rhythm of hoofbeats."Half a day's ride." Mangolia's throat tightened. "They'll be… surprised."That was an understatement. His parents had mourned him. He'd taken Glacy to a side and requested she checked on his parents but she had told him there wasn't a need."I'd heard this in passing and I didn't know you were the one then.... but the Paul's mansion mourned the loss of their firstborn. They think you're dead." She had said, that's why it was imperative he reported back home to clarify he still live

The air within the Pleasure of Dragons thrummed with magic. The clink of jeweled goblets, and the scent of exotic perfumes mingled with sweat. Qerev’nrys surveyed her domain, a slow, predatory smile stretching her lips. This was her masterpiece, a temple dedicated to sensation, where the ancient, insatiable appetites of Adistaktos's dragons found their deepest satisfaction and she found her money.The Grand Hall itself was a cavernous expanse, its ceiling soaring so high that crimson tapestries, embroidered with shimmering gold threads of dragons entwined in carnal embrace, seemed to float like clouds. Pillars of polished obsidian she just got were carved with intricate serpentine patterns and they rose from a floor of gleaming malachite, reflecting the soft glow of enchanted orbs suspended from above. These orbs pulsed with multiple colors. It was a subtle magic she herself had imbued, shifting from a deep, seductive violet to a fiery, passionate orange with each passing moment.Rare

Crume began to thrust his cock in her ass, a slower, more deliberate rhythm than Moose’s. His balls slapped against her buttocks with each movement. The sensation of being impaled from four directions, her pussy, her mouth, and her ass all stretched to their limits, was an inferno of sensation. Her mind reeled, unable to process the sheer magnitude of pleasure.Her hips bucked wildly, trying to meet their every thrust. Her hands slid downward, grasping at Moose’s shoulders, digging in, leaving red marks. Her body was a symphony of shudders and cries, fire unfurling from her, never burning, only the pleasure until it became unbearable, painting the air with shifting hues of intense red and gold that pulsed with her climax.Moose quickened his pace, grinding his cocks against her cervix, driving her deeper into the bed. Crume’s ass-cock pounded relentlessly, stretching her tighter, making her gasp for air.“I’m coming!” she screamed. Her body tensed, every muscle contracting. A wave of