Dragon Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

’ she asks me. “No, I love it,’ I growl, making her smile. ‘I do too. Maybe, maybe this is helping to bring my two sides together,’ she says and I can feel her desire for me spiking again. ‘Your insatiable desire for sex is definitely dragon driven.’ ‘Driven by just ONE dragon,’ she purrs, biting down hard on my shoulder and sending images and emotions of the last few days into my mind. “Fuck it,” I growl, sliding my length inside her as I fly.

Just another benefit of being mated to a dragon. “Kenna, you’re going to drain me dry,” I moan. She finally pulls off me, but rather than lying beside me again, she straddles me. She’s soaked, obviously as turned on as I have been this entire time. She slides herself onto my still hard length and begins to ride me. I growl as she throws her head back, her entire body lighting on fire as she bounces hard and fast on my length. “That’s right my little fire dragon, ride your rider. Let me see you come.”

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 own Valdrakon. You command authority everywhere you go." I kept mute. Looking at him. I dropped my hands on his chest. He leaned his lower body on my crotch. Looking at my eye. His eyes says everything. Slowly his manhood became stiff. He rubbed it on my crotch. "Dravon what are we up to?” I looked straight in his eyes asking him. His expression satisfied. “Yes. Be my naughty girl. I want it dirty." He rolled on my crotch. Dragon actually meant sex. Sex with an alpha. What if I get pregnant. What would happen? I must come up with an excuse.

Ever. Finally, the dragon's long, forked tongue slid from his mouth. It hovered over her slit for a moment before making light, brushing contact. Beth moaned in pleasure, the dragon's tongue slowly licked her pussy again, sending delicious shudders of pleasure throughout her entire body. Beth felt her breath grow shallower, more ragged, as the dragon continued his work.

his deep voice purrs at me. His voice is deeper than Aiden’s already deep voice, but calmer and showing gratitude and affection? I thought dragons were supposed to be aggressive and possessive. They often act as if they own their mates and lovers, which is why I thought Aiden’s club has a supernatural BDSM area, but the dragon is the less possessive of the two. I see recognition and relief in Willow’s eyes as she finally focuses on me. “Raff? Raff, is it really you or am I delirious?” she asks.

of the dragon’s leg in her mouth still and spit it out. She quickly stood up and shook the pain off as the dragon slowly walked towards her. It stood taller than the tree and had one gold eye and one red eye. She bared her teeth at it as it came even closer to her. The dragon didn’t flinch as she snarled at him showing her canines even more. He folded his 15 Ft golden wings onto his back and stopped walking towards her. He drew his nose closer to her and sniffed at her then pressed his nose against her to which she chomped down hard with her sharp teeth. The dragon snarled and tried to shake her off but she refused to let go as she bit down as hard as she could. Black blood ran down her bo

I can feel him vibrating under my skin with my desperate need for her. I slide my finger through her slick arousal, gently teasing her clit before sliding it to her entrance. I watch her face as I slowly insert my finger, letting her adjust to the intrusion. “I’m going to taste you,” I growl and even I can hear how much deeper my voice is because of my dragon. I settle myself between her thighs, lifting a leg over my shoulder before licking a line from where my finger is still inside of her up to her clit and then around in circles.

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—”

I whisper, keeping my eyes closed. "This can't be normal. It's been years....No....decades since I've seen you in pain" When the pain fades completely, I sit up slowly, feeling puzzled. Something is missing, I can feel like it. Bringing my hand to my chest, I close my eyes, trying to understand what has just happened. 'I can't feel her' Orin, my dragon murmurs. 'What?' 'Our mate. I can't feel her anymore.' "Dash? Are you alright?" West asks.