Novel & Cerita Dragon Quest Fanfiction

“Why?” “Because you look at me like I’m not something to fear.” “You’re not.” He let out a rough breath. “You’re wrong.” “Then prove me wrong.” He pulled back slightly, studying her face. “You don’t understand what the dragon does when it claims something.” Her voice barely rose above a whisper. “Then let me learn.” The dragon stirred. Faint flames flickered along his fingertips. But instead of pulling away, Elara intertwined her fingers with his. The fire softened

My fingers curl against my thigh, itching to touch him, to test if he’d hold me as greedily as he stares at me. His eyes lock on mine. “Because a dragon never gives up their treasure.”

His lips quivered in fear as he stared at the dragon's eyes, which were like flames and body, so ancient and dark. “What do you want?” Minerva asked absentmindedly as the dragon stared into her soul. It nudged her head, its snout as if he could read her mind. Then it looked away from her. Behind her, Vincent stood there, a protective hawk. He didn't like it that there was another watching out for Minerva. “I don't like this dragon,” Vincent murmured. Minerva would have laughed if they were not in a situation like this. The dragon tilted its head as if he heard what Vincent had said. Then it moved his attention back to Minerva.

"You know I stand by my word. My dragon is only summoned for combat." "Well, that sucks." "Do not be disheartened. In time, you will find your own dragon, and the desire to ride me will gradually be forgotten." 'Depends on what you mean by 'riding you.' ' I thought, a thick warmth surging up my cheeks. For a split second, the visual image of him below me, grabbing and squeezing my breasts while I bounced up and down, materialized. 'Get a hold of yourself!' I mentally shook the image away.

He was making jokes about what happened yesterday during the third shift, between Grog and a werewolf guard, whom we believe would soon have my brother wrapped around his pinky. They opened the door, and all laughter froze. The first person to react was Drake, my damned dragon mate, who was responsible for everything the others had been doing. His sharp inhale made me smile. I guess I was as seductive as I believed I was in my mind. I heard when the others joined them before I turned my head just enough to meet Finn's gaze. His golden eyes were fixed on me. I parted my lips as I slid my hand between my thighs, and I pressed my fingers against my hole.

“Regardless, I have less than a month to gather enough magical power to destroy the talisman that holds my power prisoner.” Aurien’s frown was deepening. He met my eyes again. “Is that so?” he repeated in such a way that left me in no doubt that he, too, found that to be oddly conflicting. “So,” Rivyn did not notice the dragon’s puzzlement. “Thank you for the loan.” “You do owe me,” the dragon replied, and refilled his goblet. “I want a mate.” “They’re hardly in short supply.” “No,” Aurien agreed. “But I want one of the brethren.”

It matched the ring I had bought her and I smiled as I looked at it. “By the power granted to us we declare Rylee Grey the Drakaina of the Grey Lair and true fated bonded half of Sire Lucas Grey forevermore,” Elder Peter said. I felt the pull towards the realm of the dragons and when I opened my eyes, Rylee and I stood in a cave, similar to the one where I found Baz. There was a soft humming sound and a large black dragon appeared in front of us. I instinctively knew what to do and held my hand out to him where he made a cut on my palm and repeated the process with Rylee. I took her hand and our blood mingled once again.

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

She has never felt more claimed, or more free. The dragons follow her over the edge one by one—Draven first, his release scorching inside her as he throws back his head with a primal roar. Kael follows, lightning crackling between his teeth as he empties himself with a growl that makes the windows rattle. Rion is last, his cool seed a blessed relief inside her overheated body as frost patterns spiral across the ceiling above them.

I nod, breathless. Dragon pulls back, looking into my eyes, “Fuck, Dru—you’re still… healing.” Giving him a determined look, fingers twisting in his shirt, “I’m not glass. But break me if you have to...." I kiss him hungrily—a reclaiming, all teeth and desperation. Dragon groans, hands gripping my hips to steady me, but he pulls back again, breath ragged. Dragon breathes against my neck, hot and heavy, his voice wrecked, “Tell me to stop. Now, or I swear I won't—”