Novel & Cerita Dominant Harry And Submissive Draco Fanfiction

The dragon was beginning to panic. “It’s okay,” Harry caught Jules’ snout between his hands, feeling the hot dry breath of the dragon’s fearful exhale blow up their legs and torso, lifting the strands of their hair. “Jules, it’s okay. Calm down, my lover, my darling, my mate. I have you. You are safe.” They saw the words register in the dragon’s eyes, their gazes locking. “It’s okay, my heart, my beautiful, beautiful mate,” Harry crooned. “You are safe with me.”

He doesn't have the power to hang on anymore. Dracos wakes up when he feels the king coming. He smells the air and starts to become agitated. "Put him on that rock!" Loras orders Astrid and she hurries to lay his body on the carved stone. He opens his eyes for a moment and as he looks around and sees the dragon, he starts to panic. "Hold him still!" Loras ask again as he prepares Draco. But the fear gave Omar power and he struggles. "Sush. It will be ok! I promise." Astrid lies, and the child seems to listen for a moment. She steps back. "Ready..."

I could feel him looking at me, drinking in the sight of my trembling body, laid bare, tied up and blindfolded, helpless. And the worst part? I was wet. Soaked. For him. “You want Larry to protect you?” Draco hissed. “You think he can do what I can do to you?” His fingers slid up slowly, nails grazing my skin. “He can’t break you like I can. You belong to me.” “Go to hell,” I hissed. That earned me another flick. Lower. Wetter. My hips bucked, and he caught them down with a punishing grip.

I tried to clench my legs, to think about anything other than the ravenous hunger burning within his eyes, but it was damn near impossible. Draco yanked my t-shirt up with a snarl. Before I could release my yelp, he pressed his nose to the front of my panties, inhaling deeply. Out of options, I threaded my fingers through his hair with the intent to cause him pain, hoping it would jolt him out of his stupor. Just as I tugged, his tongue emerged and paved a path straight up my slit. A growl that was nothing short of satisfied, tore past his lips.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

They must have heard about the inconsistency in Draco's leadership and thought the moment was great to get back what they once had. Draco's eyes blazed with fury. "How dare they disrespect our sovereignty. Send a warning to them, and if they do not heed it, we will respond with force.I will rip their serpent hides with my very hand. Master. " Draco turned with a sharp twist at him, " Yes my Lord. " He came forward. " I want the heads of the Hounds, arranged on a platter and sent as gift to the Wyverns. " Master bowed with a hint of a smile on his face, " It will be done as you have instructed my Lord. "

Draco replied. Draco smiled tenderly. “You have a beautiful pair of golden eyes, Draco,” said Astrid in awe. “Yes, I know. This is my true form,” said Draco smiling. Draco kissed the back of Astrid's hand gently. "I love you, Draco," whispered Astrid. Draco stroked Astrid's cheek gently. "I love you too, Astrid," Draco whispered. "From now on, let's live happily together," said Astrid. "Yes, my dear," Draco replied with a loving look.

I could feel Rue's confidence disappearing and soon she submitted to Dracah and so did I. Everyone cheered Dracah’s Victory and for the first time, he smiled at their cheers. “ Get off me,” I said angrily when he still kept me pinned to the ground, he smirked and let go of my wrists but he still towered over me and he wouldn’t stop looking directly into my eyes. His hair fell over his shoulders and his eyes became blue as he stared at me. Gradually, my anger subsided and I found myself staring at his body. “ What are you doing?” I asked when I saw him leaning closer to me but it was as though he didn’t hear me. I gasped when he kissed my neck and smelled me again.

The bond pulled stronger every time Draco laughed or moved at the other end of the table. Draco was in a good mood from the win. He was loud, telling stories, slapping guys on the back. I watched him from the corner of my eye while I drank more. The alcohol loosened something inside me. The hatred was still there but the heat made it mix with other feelings I did not want. My hole kept leaking slowly. My thighs felt slick under my jeans. I drank another beer, then another. The room started spinning a little. I stood up to go to the bathroom but the floor felt unsteady. I bumped into someone on the way and when I turned around it was Draco. He was standing right there, close enough that his s

Then, I leap off her neck and slowly walk toward her face where she can see me. “I love you, Kenna. You are mine. Submit to me, my love.” She cries the piteous cry that all dragons cry when they know they’ve lost their claiming battle. I lay my arms over her snout. “I promise you, I will be the best rider and mate you could ever ask for. I love you with all my heart, Kenna. You are now and have always been, mine. Submit to me, my love, and let us begin our life together.”