Dragon Making Love 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.

“I’m sure you want what my cock can give you.” “I’m talking about sperm, Draco Harrison. Not your cock. Of course, I want everything your cock can give me. Is that even an argument?” I giggled as I moved my head up and reached for his lips. I began nibbling it as I continued to speak. “I love you, Draco. Just you and you…” Draco captured my mouth as his hand moved to my ass, and he began squeezing it, prompting me to rub my front against his growing erection. A soft moan ripped from my throat as our kiss deepened, only to be interrupted when the door opened.

If any future remained for dragons or raiders, it could only be bought with blood and sacrifice. My hands curled into helpless fists at my sides. Natalia's insistent voice roused me from despair's brink. "There is yet hope, child. If you and your dragon complete the bonding ritual, none shall stand against your united power." I studied the wise woman's careworn face. A bonding? The ultimate sacrament between true dragon and their keepers, forever linking two souls as one? Unease stirred my fractured heart. Scar and I had forged no such sacred vows in brighter days. Could enough love remain untainted between us now to attempt this union in crisis? The prospect terrified me.

"I have claimed her." For a second nothing happened. It seemed like Damien was holding himself back. For a moment it seemed like he was reaching for his pistol, but his hand froze as it touched the holster. "How do we undo it? How do we break the mating bond?" "How do you undo love? The bond only occurs because the feelings are true. I belong to her and she to me as long as she's alive. When she dies, I die." Jason frowned. "I thought that was only with other dragons. This works with humans too?"

"The laws of the heavens cannot allow a human to become queen over dragons. It is an anomaly and completely unacceptable.You can keep her in your harem but she cannot sit on the throne." Draco's anger only grew as he listened to Master's words. He was back to his old self very very unlike the softer version of him a few moments ago. "Unacceptable? What do you know of love, Master?" he spat. "You have lived for centuries and yet you have never known the touch of a mate. You cannot understand the depths of my feelings for Liana."

"Please." With another grumble, he begins the story. "Drakon, the king of dragons, fell in love with the daughter of a Goddess. He courted her knowing she was his true mate. When he finally consummated their union, he discovered she had given her virginity to another. He was mated to a woman who would never transcend. In his great rage, he killed her." We both remain quiet until he speaks again a few minutes later. "A dragon's rage is incomparable to anything you've ever seen. Mine is worse. You cannot want to be around me if I'm ever in that condition."

" Lucia did not like how calm I was. She swept the vase next to her off the table and left angrily. I continued preparing my wedding dress in the room. My wedding was delayed two days because Lucia got into Silas' bed, and I had to pick another marriage alliance. The Black Dragons were still weak and poor. I was not even sure if they could prepare a wedding gown for me. I did not expect Liam to personally deliver ten boxes of gifts. They included a perfect wedding gown that was of regal standard. It was black and was embroidered with a dragon made up of shiny golden threads. There were shiny black scales on the collar, and the flowing skirt spread outward from the waist. It was layered and l

"I am going to do all that I can to make him treat you better." Nita laughed. "To be honest, I have fallen out of love with him." "How is that even possible?" Catori asked. "I used to think it was impossible, but so is a dragon taking someone that isn't their mate." Catori nod, contemplating what she would do to help. "You are so lucky to have King Rydstorm as a mate. He is so just and kind. I envy all the females here, happy and in love."

She looked back at me with those dark eyes that had never once in nineteen years pretended not to see something they were seeing. "Mate bonds," I said carefully, "in dragon culture they are not chosen. They are recognized. The dragon part of a person identifies their counterpart and it is" I paused. "It is not a feeling exactly. It is more like a fact. Something that simply is, regardless of whether either person is ready for it or wants it." Lyra was quiet. "And Drex," she said. "His dragon has recognized" "Yes," I said. She looked at the window. "He is two hundred and thirty years old," she said.

Another memory unfolded, softer yet no less intense: them soaring through starlit skies, her laughter wild and free as he caught her mid-flight, their bodies pressing together in heated embrace high above ancient mountains, promising eternal rule and unbreakable bond. The images poured over me relentlessly, each one twisting deeper into my heart. I watched them share victories in battle, her standing proudly beside him as they claimed territories together, their connection forged in fire and blood long before I had ever existed. My own body felt painfully inadequate in comparison, all plush curves and human vulnerability, my heavy breasts leaking milk from the stress, my round belly soft and