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Where they surrendered the part of themselves even war could not scorch: softness. She had never believed them. Those stories were remnants of older times, when dragons ruled openly and magic threaded through the bones of the world. Silly things. Fairy tales. But standing here—surrounded by gold and heat and the scent of Rhazien—she knew this was real. This wasn’t legend. It was declaration. And he had made it for her.

There are cushions and rugs all around, with naked men and women scattered around, some in groups, others in just couples lost in the throes of lust and pleasure. My eyes flicker to the group that is directly in my view. I recognise the three handsome muscular men who are all making love to one woman. Agnarr’s friends… The scene makes me feel strange. I feel my pussy clench as I watch them and although a part of me tells me to turn away I'm unable to… They say Dragons are a sexually driven race, far more than wolves and vampires… I stare at the foursome before me. Dagnoth lies on the ground, his cock buried in the woman who is sitting on top of him whilst Kaizoran is positioned above her and

Hedard walked and climbed down the stairs towards the cave. “I am Prince Glam of the Ashenvale kingdom. Welcome, maester.” The prince said. “It is an honor, my prince.” “It seems like taking these stairs could be difficult.” He looked at the staircase. The Prince walked outside the big door and looked up. He closed his eyes for a bit. I think he is calling something. Maester Kael thought. A loud screech was heard above and the faerie dragon appeared and flew towards the prince. “Come,” Prince Gram said as a big wind came when the dragon landed. He walked towards the dragon. “Hello, Mareen.” The head of the dragon lowered towards the Prince and he placed his hand to pat the dragon’s head.

People scream and scurry away in fear, they are right to fear me, I am too angry to show mercy right now. I remember reading a book when I was a girl, all about dragon lore and the special things they could do, so I lift my right paw and bite into my finger/toe to draw blood, then lower it to Drake. I let a few drops fall onto his chest and then one into his mouth, before sealing my wound and returning my attention to those around us. These tiny things are all my enemies they all are trying to take Drake away from me! “RAARR!! Grrrrr!!”

he replied patiently. She was not happy with his reply. "No, I am not drunk. I need an answer now," she insisted. Kael sighed heavily. There is only one kind of alcohol that would make anyone say things they usually won't. And that is dragon wine. Dragons will not get drunk easily, but Sage is not a dragon. Kael cursed Nadia for making Sage drink so much. "You are beautiful. More beautiful than anyone I know," he finally told her the truth. He knew that she might not remember anything by morning.

I love you Noah but I love Dagon so much more and that's okay," I turned to Dagon and asked what he'd told our son Faelon. "I simply told him the truth, Raven," he told me in Russian and I smiled and hugged his neck. "Take us somewhere private…I'd like us to indulge with our second chance," I whispered and we disappeared from our living room and appeared by the lake. "I'm going to bury this monster into you repeatedly, my dear but first I plan on tasting your nectar until you beg me to mount you," he said roughly, rotating his hips and I giggled as I began stripping and raced into the cool water. He cocked his black brow, chuckled deeply, and ripped the clothes away from his large body. I wa

I said, the calmness in my voice surprised even me. The seer blinked in surprise, but nodded. He placed my hand on the sword and began some ancient chants in their tongue. He then poured ceremonial oil over my hand that was on the blade, and as the final words left his mouth, a flash of silver light appeared around my hand. "By the laws of the realm and the ancient blood pact," the high seer intoned, his voice booming through the chamber. "The bond is forged. Princess Diana Blake of the human Kingdom is now declared the chosen mate and wife to Prince Draven Volk of the Dragon Kingdom. May the Creator guide your union."

Isolde was a shaking mess as he moved to her spread legs. Draco groaned silently when he fixed his eyes on her pussy. Her wetness had spilled on the concrete slab, creamy. It taunted him. “Someone is wet already. Tell me do you have a kink for daggers?” “Monster!” She cursed him. Instead of inciting his anger, it goaded Draco. She bucked when his armor swept over her skin in his bid to lean between her spread legs. Draco smelled her, greedily gulping down her rich scent.

If you find such topics uncomfortable, please consider carefully before proceeding. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This book DOES NOT promote grooming. The story is based on forbidden relationships and taboo bonds. In the fantasy werewolf-dragon world, mates are one soul divided into two bodies. Unfortunately, for Jax and Xel, they are related as uncle and niece. The book deep dives into the romance of a werewolf and a dragon, and the emotional turmoil that arises when fate binds two souls that should never have been connected. It explores love, loyalty, identity, and the painful consequences of destiny’s choices. This is a work of dark fantasy fiction and should be read with an open mind and a clear unders