Dragon Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Lydia threw away the little towel and reached down to hold the dragon. The dragon was roaring and Lydia could feel the pulse in his veins. Are you excited for me, little thing? Lydia couldn't help but work the dragon up and down. He got more excited, and he got harder and bigger, as if a volcano was about to erupt inside him. Lydia's mouth felt dry and she gulped. Somehow, she didn't let go of her hand. In the quiet of the night, her hands moved faster and faster, and the dragon roared uncontrollably, every vein in him spurting, every inch of him burning.

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.

Hikaru I love that Aiden opened up to me and that I could help him with at least one fantasy right now. I will help him with another at a different time but watching Raff and Asim got me hot and bothered and I can see that Aiden is as turned on as I am. We get into my bedroom and I grab the big dragon by the shoulders and kiss him hard. “They are so fucking hot and I would have kept watching with you, but I want to fuck you just like you did me,” I say.

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.

He buries himself deep and within a very short time we explode. Our elicit routine varies little. Tahr leads me out on the perch and we shift. Sex in dragon form is a craving I won't deny myself. It's different and somehow more fulfilling. It always leaves me exhausted and afterward I'm able to sleep without haunting, lonely dreams of my dragon. Tahr flies by my side afterward and watches with forlorn eyes as I enter my room. And my heart breaks again. ***