Dragon Making Love Novels & Stories

'Yes, she dosent know when, but she fell in love with that stupid possessive and demanding dragon man' Even though she refused to comment, Valmore understood that he is a little late. He is not a womanizer by nature. But she is the only woman he liked in two hundred years, so he refused to leave her just because she is in love with someone else. He can make her forget that dragon and fall in love with him instead. "Too bad, you can never confess your feelings to that dragon man" Valmore smiled cunningly. Lola's body is burning now. The more he is talking, the more she is burning. She gasped and bent over a little when the burning feeling became unbearable and her feet refused to hold her wei

Sylar walked up to me and opened the bottle up. "This is catnip. Dragons are sort of like cats, big cats. This stuff will make any angry dragon calm and relax with a huge smile on it's face. You can give him a pinch of this to play with when he's angry, hard to handle, or misbehaving. You should keep this on you at all times. I should warn you though that older dragons get too happy from this and it'll drive them to want to mate so make sure you don't give this to him when he's older because it won't work. Trust me, you don't want to see a dragon in his mating season. That's where a typical dragon is depicted. Hoards of treasure, possessiveness, dominance, fire, massive size, a huge bed to g

Being a dragon, he could feel her pain, reason, some even say that dragons can read one’s thoughts if they’re bounded to them by love, and I knew with all my heart that the little dragon loved Kiara as deeply as she loved him. Kiara’s head snapped in my direction and she gave me the best smile she could muster but I wasn’t stupid, I could read through her facial expression, and even if I couldn’t. The mating bond made me feel everything that she was feeling, and that included the pain that she was feeling at the moment.

She remembered when he told her how much he loves the blue color. Going to sit on the bed they stare at themselves. "So tell me more about the Dragon mate ceremony?" Sarah suddenly asked. "It's a ceremony to seal our bond forever. Dragons have sexual intercourse with their chosen mate on the ceremony. It's a very painful procedure because I have to mate with you in my human form and dragon form, it's hurtful." He explained playing with his fingers showing how nervous he is. Sarah went silent for a few minutes before telling Jorkallun "Let's mate Jorkallun. I want to feel connected with you in every way."

bounced up and down on his cock, not too fast, not too slow. Her plan was to gratify the dragon until she couldn't move from sheer exhaustion. And she was indeed getting tired, satisfied but tired. Maya suspected that the next orgasm was going to be the last of the night and she wanted to make it count. Every time I cum, it feels like he gets a little deeper inside of me. I wish I could keep climaxing forever. This time, the dragon climaxed first, again stuffing her with sperm. Maya, felt him erupt inside of her, and she did the same. They shuddered together; he did it for a brief moment, she, almost to the brink of madness. At last, they finally fell asleep. Maya was still on top of the dr

“When dragon mates combine their fire, it’s supposed to be an intimate moment between the two dragons, but it’s a way to heal your mate. Don’t worry, it won’t complete our bond or anything, but it’s been said that it brings you closer. When our fire combines, it lets out some kind of power that will engulf both of us as it heals you. I don’t really know what it will feel like. I’ve only seen it happen a couple of times. It’s kind of a private thing for most dragons. It might not even work with you being a wolf.” I smiled, he’s nervous. I don’t think I have ever seen Creed nervous. This must mean more to him than he’s letting on. “So, let’s try it. What’s the worst that can happen?” We finall

asked Drake again. June swallowed. She remembered the night she had held grudges for a whole year. "You remember it?" asked June at last. “There is a dragon mark appearing on your body. That's a sign you are my mate and we have made love," said Drake. Drake's answer made June's heart ache. He didn't remember anything about that night at all. "What's the point of it if you don't remember it at all?" June asked in a weak voice. She hated that tears started to peek at the corners of her eyes, as if it couldn't wait to roll down her cheeks.

Claiming me from the past. I dig my nails into his back, scratching down the tattoos, down the wolves that guard his skin. "Drakon!" "Feel this!" he roars. "Feel me!" He drives into me, trying to merge our souls, trying to weld us together so tightly that nothing can tear us apart. I meet him thrust for thrust. I give him everything. My fear, my love, my grief. I pour it all into him. We climax together, a shattering release that leaves us both screaming in the dark room.

“What are you doing here?” He walked in and closed the door behind himself. He even locked the door then walked closer and closer to me. He had lust in his eyes. I stumbled backwards almost knocking over the lamp on the nightstand. I was nearly forgetting how to push the right words out of my mouth. “We can’t do this… I want to be accepted here.” I mumbled because all I knew was rejection and deceit. Why would the dragon prince be any different? It wasn’t like the king and queen would let us be together. It was hard to say no when my body was aching with lust.

Was it love, that she didn't want to pull away from him, even knowing that he was a Dragon and she was supposed to be far - far away from him, but she couldn't bring herself to? A tear slipped past her eye and Vayldre leaned down to capture her lips in a slow and gentle kiss, making her heart beat faster than ever. He was not moving, letting her adjust to his length. He didn't want to just pleasure himself, he would have done it, if she was any other woman, but he couldn't do it to her even if he was supposed to hate her. “ Ple-Please...” Frore let out with her trembling lips, when he pulled away from the kiss.