Daenerys And Drogo Wedding Night Novels & Stories

The fire flared, casting them in molten gold. His body caged hers. But still, he did not touch. The fire did that for him. It kissed her throat. Slid across her hips. Sank into her skin like it had been waiting. Still, he did not claim her. He didn’t need to. The fire claimed her instead. But the court didn’t understand what they were witnessing. A dragon mating ritual was ancient. Sacred. Rarely performed before witnesses, and never before with a mortal. The fact that she still stood, untouched by the fire—wrapped in it like it was her birthright—made silence fall like a blade.

The bedframe groaned under their frivolous rhythm, while their moans echoed across the entire floor. It wasn’t lovemaking… it was war. A clash of dominance and surrender, of betrayal and reunion. All the built up tension from the years they'd been apart all came pouring back as their passion exploded, driving them to a chaotic climax that had them quaking with pleasure. By dawn, they finally collapsed…panting, sweating, and tangled in sheets. Then Draco chuckled, rolling onto his back and reaching for the half empty pack of cigarettes. He lit two, slid one between Nyla’s lips, and drew deeply from his own, filling the room with smoke and the still lingering scent of sex and sweat.

She let herself accept that, sipping her tea, watching the courtyard's quiet, ordinary morning unfold below. Rurik's wedding, held the previous autumn, had been considerably smaller than Lira and Kael's, though no less joyful, Maren radiant beside him as House Sten formally welcomed its new Queen. Aldous, fully recovered now in all the ways that mattered most, had walked his sister down the aisle himself, pride and hard won healing evident in every careful step. Dorian and Lyra had married just this past winter, their ceremony featuring, according to considerable Academy gossip, an actual formal debate incorporated into the vows themselves, something neither of them had been willing to compr

This would be his part in the war, fixing the Kingdom. Even though he had no idea if this would help, he indicated to the Draekon to break the glass above the tree. The Draekon roared in excitement and smashed its tail down onto the glass. With one powerful blow, the dome shattered, glass cracking and splitting all the way down to its foundations. Aerys shielded his eyes as the Draekon dove, its claws outstretched for the trunk of the tree. Aerys could feel his skin splitting and stinging while glass shredded into his exposed skin. He hissed but kept his eyes on the prize, the tree was just about within reach. The Draekon slowed its descent and flexed its large claws.

Perfect. Afterward we tucked them in. Daenerys clung to my hand when I leaned down to kiss her forehead. “You won’t leave again?” she whispered. I brushed a curl off her face. “Never, sweetheart. We’re staying right here.” Daemon hugged my neck tight. “Forever?” “Forever,” I promised. We turned out the lights, closed the doors softly, and walked downstairs. Mara waited in the kitchen with tea poured and waiting. She hugged us both, quick, and fierce.

With just a few instructions from me, Flint was pinned to the floor by the fire dragons, forced to bow and apologize. Rhea looked like she wanted nothing more than to tear me into pieces. "When Drakon dies, we'll see who protects you then! I'll pay you back for everything you did today a thousand times!" … On the wedding night, I sat cross-legged on the bed doing accounts. Behind me, a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. Drakon pouted and asked, "It's late, honey. Aren't you tired?" He might as well have suggested outright that we call it a day.

Ronan slid the ring onto my finger with deliberate slowness, leaning in to whisper, “He’s watching, love. Make it convincing.” The feast afterward was torture. I was seated beside Ronan while Darius remained chained in the corner like a trophy. Ronan made a point of feeding me bites from his plate, his hand lingering too long, all while glancing at Darius with cruel delight. Later that night, as the guests cheered and the Emperor watched with cold satisfaction, Ronan rose and announced it was time for the “private consummation.” Darius was dragged behind us as we were led to the wedding chamber, the same one from our original wedding night. Chains rattling, he was forced to his knees in the

I said smiling at her and handed her the cup with my blood. She took it and looked me in the eyes, "I Arya Knox, princess of Zanaerys, daughter of Alpha Maximo Knox and Luna Hannia Knox accept you my King Alpha Lanox North as my mate and life partner and I accept my bond with the North Clan as their Luna Queen, I promise to be fair and protect them." said Arya and I could not help but raise my head with pride, as she took from the cup, drinking my blood, sealing our union with her words.

"The wedding between myself and the queen will go on as planned for the time being. Everyone must have also heard the queen talk about her relationship with the revered general of our kingdom when she was talking about him. Now that there is no longer any room for confusion, we should proceed with this ceremony. I want to throw the most solemn ceremony I can for the woman I love." Everyone gave each other a shy look while they looked at Drake, but they still did as he asked without questioning it. The wedding went on, although the fight that had taken place earlier had completely ruined the beautiful scene. Dylan was unable to move even an inch due to the red light, which was positioned so t

' I finished and walked away . Night came sooner than expected and the pack was ready for the mating ceremony . A mating ceremony was the most celebrated in the pack. Everyone was holding a white rose and were gathered in front of Mountain Silverton . I was in a tux . My mum went overboard since it was her son's mating ceremony . Since Arya was half human, mom decided to give her a tux and white dress wedding . The normal mating ceremony was meant to be held in the most littlest clothing but I was okay with this plan because I didn't want anyone fantasizing about my bride naked.