Dragon Of Love Novels & Stories

I knew myself and I knew how beastly my dragon was on the inside. "The simple question is why?" Sage's hands trailed my face and I drifted backward. "Is this why you chose home instead of a restaurant for dinner?" "We got the quality time I talk about, didn't we? So what else, Hermes?" "My dragon is just too…" in the next instant, her lips slammed with mine and it felt like explosives were lit inside of me. The kiss was warm, passionate and left a sense of longing inside me. "Sage…" I groaned loudly, she was tormenting me without even knowing it.

Astrid, utterly spellbound, surrendered to an inexplicable attraction that defied all logic, succumbing to the irresistible charm that drew her deeper into his seductive web. Her attention then shifted to the right-hand page of the spread, where the formidable Dragon King, Phoenix Bronte Decker, graced the page. Astrid's attraction to this dragon was a complex interplay of fascination and admiration. His cryptic allure, akin to a magnetic force of nature, pulled her in like a moth to a flame. His rich, chocolate-colored skin exuded warmth and depth, capturing her attention not just physically but through the aura of ancient wisdom and power that enveloped him.

She quickly closed them and didn’t see my own eyes flash yellow as Abeloth surfaced. “Nova, what are you?” I asked her as I tilted her head upwards towards mine. “I’m different too, you can tell me anything and everything, I’ll always believe you.” “Your eyes,” she said breathlessly as Abeloth pushed forward again. I could feel him reach out to something and then pull back. “I’m dragonkin Nova, Abeloth is my dragon,” I said. “Dragonkin …” “I wasn’t lying when I said I love you Nova, I’m not going anywhere and I’m not going to let you run away from me either,” I said and tightened my grip around her.

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.

The dragon beneath him stirred, muscles tightening, wings pressing invisibly, reacting to the intimacy of their bond. Her hands moved to his shoulders, then tangled in his hair, drawing him closer. Every inch of her ached with desire, but fear of losing control held her for only a heartbeat. Verath’s lips trailed down her neck, brushing over sensitive skin, igniting fire that spread through her veins. She shivered, leaning into him instinctively, feeling the bond surge with every pulse of their combined magic. “You’re mine,” he whispered, voice rough and possessive, amber eyes glowing as he pressed against her fully. The dragon thrummed beneath him, responding to the desire, flaring warmth a

He grasped her roughly, pulling her onto the bed with him. Kissing down her neck, he ripped away the bodice of her dress. She gasped as he bit her hard. She felt blood begin to run down her neck, but she didn't care. She wanted him to take her. She kissed him back hungrily, cutting her lip on his sharp teeth. He pushed up the hem of her dress and sat her on his lap. She trembled with desire and tossed her hair back out of the way. She caught a glimpse of their reflection in the mirror. She stared in horror as she saw a dragon making love to her, its hands where Elric's were. She screamed. ####

The kind of power I would have if the dragon king worshipped me, I would be unstoppable. Fueled by the desire of my imagination, I lifted Larissa's chin and made her look up to my face. “How do I get pregnant for the dragon king?" I asked. “It is almost impossible, My lady. Many have tried but none has succeeded. Only the true bride of the dragon king can carry a dragon foetus," she responded negatively. “So you mean there have been other brides?" “Yes, all of which were burned to ashes after their conception period exceeded. His Majesty won't hesitate to burn you alive if you fail to meet up to the task." A cold chill went down my spine after hearing her words.

I wore my nicest shirt, gold jewelry, and a wide-brimmed hat with a feather on the top. The warmth in her gaze was all I needed to see and finally, a hammer slammed against the weak fissure in my defenses and it crumbled into rubble around me. Tears slid down her face, bright, stupidly happy tears. I love you. Fuck, I love you so much. I was a dragon in love with my princess. Her first instinct was to run toward me, but Glass gripped her arm hard. He glared at me, turning to the officiant. "Finish the ceremony."

he was a dragon and she was human. When his eyes met hers and amidst the tears in her eyes, her lips curled up in a smile of relief. It was unmistakably clear in her cerulean eyes, she had felt his pains as much as he had and she had feared for his life. He knew it then and there that she loved him. Somehow she had fallen in love with him, a dragon. *** “Love what a flimsy weak feeling it is…”, Isolde said in disgust. “For someone who claims to hate it you talk a lot about it”, Raisel retorted.

The lust between Dorian and the woman grew, until strangely Dorian thought he actually felt love. The dragon was about to do something drastic. Its schlong now hardened even more, to its ridiculous full length. It seemed to be at least 15 inches, with big scaly nuts, which looked like oversized grapefruits as they hung beneath him menacingly. Its cock sprang up like a snake between the woman’s legs, but instead of going to the front where her welcoming pussy waited, it edged its way towards the back.