Draco Itsfunneh Novels & Stories

Tyrian's POV: A few years back at the club: I'm angry as usual. Because someone decided to waste my whole day over nonsense that I don't care. I can't believe I flew all the from home for this. “ It's full of humans," Draco sneers. “ I don't like humans," he adds. Something he has told me a million times already. He says they smell funky, and their weakness makes him feel sick. Which I almost believe with how he gags around humans.

“My apologies on Drake’s behalf. We meant no offense. He’s just on edge since our mates have gone to help their sister prepare for the upcoming birth of her offspring.” Lucian’s hand moved down my back, resting between my shoulder blades. A longing filled me that wasn’t my own. “I can understand the worry. Is she a shifter as well?” he asked. “Succubus and dragon, though her dragon has yet to wake.” “My congratulations on the new additions. I hope her dragon wakes soon after her offspring's birth.” Lucian said and I felt some of the tension leave him. The longing was still there. He wanted that, longed for it with every part of his being.

"It went well. He believes in our cause. He thinks we really have a chance to change things for the better. He only has two concerns. The witches and the dragons will not stand for this. If we no longer buy the humans, then no one will want to be test subjects for the witches. Not to mention that the dragons use the humans as sex slaves. It is quite sickening." "I can understand their concern. Dragons haven't had a mate born in a long time. Sometimes they get lucky and a human gets pregnant. That doesn't happen often that is why they buy so many slaves in the hope to actually get one pregnant. The only problem is that only your true mate can produce a female offspring.No one wants to be a te

’ I ask my dragon and a scrub the rough patch of skin that is starting to shed. ‘They are the weakest of the thunder. They serve their purpose by breeding the reds and blues, but they are definitely a whiny bunch,' she grumbles. Tymyr had two greens, a red, a blue, a bronze, and Cyryl. While the red, blue, and bronze hatchlings grumble and whine for someone to scratch them, it’s the greens who make the most noise. Because she’s annoyed with her own itching, Cyryl’s patience with them has grown very thin. She frequently snaps at them, like she’s about to do right now.

I tilted my head to the side, tempted, but not completely convinced. "Have you ever wanted to ride a dragon?" "I believe I already have." I crooked an eyebrow, drawing my lower lip into my mouth with a playful smile. Thane laughed, a rich tenor in his voice. "Then how about this—have you ever wanted to be fucked by a dragon on a mountain of gold?"

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

“I’m not sure how but I did it! I did it!” Her celebration was short-lived because they heard the crunching sound of the man-deep snow at the approach of something gargantuan and slithery. Indeed, an elongated silhouette reared over where the unconscious Griffin had crashed. Its front stretched out thus, Temujin estimated the dragon was five times larger than the Harpax. “I guess books and teachers CAN be wrong, huh,” Aki mumbled, more in awe than anything. “Actually, scratch that. The gods themselves have reneged on their vow that the Age of Dragons was over.”

I cocked my head, now more confused than I was terrified. It flapped its massive wings and its long sharp tipped tail whished behind it. "Small." It said with a thick feminine voice that came out in layers. It raised a thick limb and a long claw came to view as it scratched its dark blue scales that sure as hell looked a lot like my ice. I blinked, remembering it had spoken. "Small? What is?" It dropped its claw and scraped the ground with it, causing a sound that made my ears want to bleed. "Puny. Human. Lesser Fae. Fae. Curse Luna. Kill Drakkon."

Jasmine turned around and saw it was Hanzo who had threw this string in Draco direction, what surprising was this string was merely a meter long but it kept on spreading until Draco Dragon entire humongous body from head to toe except nose was covered in it. “DRACOOOOOOOOO……………………………………………….” Jasmine screamed as soon as Draco Dragon fell down on ground because of stiffness of this yellow string around his limbs, his wings, tail and even his mouth was squeezed tight with this string….. Draco Dragon grew reckless and tired to spur fire way but his efforts went it to vein because the more it struggled the more tightly this yellow string grew.

I say to him while fixing my dress and makeup. I go downstairs all freshened up and see Dracono waiting for me. Dark follows me and introduces Dracono to me. Dracono kisses my hand while measuring my body with his eyes. I tell him it is my pleasure to finally meet the new king of the minotaurs. Dracono is a powerful incubus, with huge black wings, and an extremely powerful body, you can see his enormous muscles through his tight shirt. "I like what I see for sure.", I think.