Dragon Making Love Novels & Stories

I grasped the back of Drac’s head and fused our mouths together as he slowly started to move. I didn’t know if I could last much longer. I tightened my core, ready to explode, when Drac stopped. Whimpering, I tried to force him to move. He refused to budge. He waited as he just kissed me slowly and then moved even slower. I groaned and drove my hips up to meet him. I started to spasm as he sped up his thrust. He contained my whimpers with his mouth as he started to slam even harder into me. My left hand fisted into his hair, as my right clawed at his back, and my legs wrapped around his waist. A moment later I saw the fourth of July as Drac and I came together. Our bodies were fused as one a

Making a mental note to pick up some books by the author for Andreena. ‘Based on the best-selling book series by Jenson Spellmore Dragon’s Lovers,’ Andreena settled against me and we watched the show for a few minutes before the main dragon came onto the screen. He wasn’t in his human form and I heard my mate suck in a breath. She glanced over at me before looking at the screen and then back at me again. “What is it, sweet Andreena?” I asked, reaching for the remote and turning the volume down so that I could focus on her.

Beautiful flowers were grown on the walls of the garden which decorated them and created a beautiful atmosphere in the place. The moon's reflection was reflected in the artificial pond that was built in the center. Two beautiful dragon fishes were floating inside the pond, one was white and the other was black. These were gifted to the queen by her brother when she married King Edward. It meant love, good luck, and prosperity. These fishes could absorb power from the light of the sun and moon and live in any environment – hot, cold, or even freezing. They were very rare and only existed in pairs. If one dies the other would also die. There was also a saying that these fishes also represented

"I am your wife, we got married tonight, officially, with the old words, in front of everyone." "I was there. I remember every moment of it clearly." "So then why won't you..." "Because you are drunk," he said, even, patient; the patience of a man holding three centuries of wanting with both hands. "Draconis wine is not ordinary wine. It is brewed from a berry that grows only in dragon territory, and it affects the human body four times more severely than it affects anything else. You had four glasses of it and you are sitting in my bed at midnight asking me to..." He stopped, then started again. "When you wake up tomorrow and you cannot remember any of this, because I promise you right now,

“Let’s not waste time pretending this is a misunderstanding.” Darion swallows. “You don’t understand what Malrec is offering,” he says hoarsely. I stop directly in front of him. “No,” I reply. “I understand perfectly.” His eyes brighten slightly, as though he believes he has found a sliver of sympathy. “Then you must see reason. Dragons ruling both realms again, restoring our rightful dominance—” My fist strikes him before he finishes the sentence. The crack of bone against flesh echoes sharply through the chamber. Darion slumps forward against the chains, blood spilling from his mouth.

Creed's eyes soften and he takes my hands leading me to sit down on the bed. “Yes, heat. Your dragon and body are working together to get ready for a baby… usually the first heat causes you to get pregnant.. I don’t want you to freak out because it’s normal but it hasn’t happened in a long time, there’s no other female dragons other than you. You will feel hot, needy, uncomfortable and the only thing that’ll give you relief is to mate with me, we can try ice baths and other things-“ he says sweetly, before he can finish I cut him off. “No, I’m ready. I want you Creed…” I say breathy, needing him, wanting him.

Kael Ashveyn is no ordinary dragon king; alpha blood runs through his veins, a legacy from the mother who broke tradition to love a wolf. So when the mate bond drags him to Sable Windmere, a weak, powerless omega from the territories his court despises, his pride refuses to accept her. He humiliates her, ignores her, treats her as beneath him until the bond forces something in him to notice every time she's hurt, every time she's disrespected, every time she flinches. His wolf won't let it go, even as his dragon fights to. Slowly, unwillingly, Kael starts to change. And Sable, who has spent her life believing she deserves nothing, starts to wonder if the king who once discarded her might be

he said. “Well then, husband, start shifting,” she giggled. “On one condition,” he said with false seriousness. Her brows raised. “What would that be?” “I want to see you do that shimmy thing for me the next time we’re naked. I just think it’s hot,” he teased. Chloe playfully slapped his arm and a loud laugh escaped his lips as he transformed into his dragon self. The crowd roared their approval as Chloe climbed onto his back and they flew off into the sky until they were nothing more than a dot above the trees.

“And it happens to be the one thing he hates most.” “What’s that?” Larissa asked, eyeing the small bottle in my hand. “A binding ritual,” I replied, staring at the shimmering liquid inside. “I have to be bonded to him.” “To him? As in lord Vladimir?” Her voice rose in disbelief. “My lady, you can’t be serious. You can’t bind yourself to the Dragon King, that will ruin you.” Ruin me? What was that supposed to mean? “I suppose that’s a bit of an exaggeration, Larissa?” I asked casually, though the look on her face told me it wasn’t. She was dead serious.

"In that case, Constance, will you do me the honor of being my partner in this journey called life?" Constance's eyes widened, and tears of joy welled up in her eyes. "Yes, Boaz! I would be honored to be with you." With a heartfelt proposal, Boaz and Constance sealed their love with a tender kiss. Alaric and I congratulated them, both feeling a sense of happiness for our friends. As the evening progressed, we delved into discussions about the old dragon culture, reminiscing about the traditions and customs that had shaped our people for generations.