Dragon Self Insert Novels & Stories

She doesn’t like any of this. But then suddenly Christian ran while he held something metal in his hand and the long rod pierced the dragon’s chest, making it howl in pain. It staggered back a little as it tried to get the metal rod out of its chest, but I joined the male and pushed the inside of the damn beast’s chest further. Then there was another and another and another and I felt my mate beside me pushing the metal rod and the dragon shuddered. Then it shifted back to human and a male who was impaled in the chest knelt in front of us and I let the ride away and shuddered from the scene.

I feel the tears burning my eyes. "What is going on? Why do you need to know?" Jodie jumps up and looks at me with anger on her face. "You might have slept with my mate," I say in a small voice. "That is impossible. You don't even know who your mate is." The anger burst forth from me. I lift up my shirt and show her the bruise that is still there. "This. You see this, this is your fault. Do you know, how I know? My dragon just told me that she smells her mate on you. I had immense pain because of you. I wanted to die."

She defended when he tried to stomp on her by piercing his leg with her sword, forcing his dragon to stagger back and cry out with pain. When Angelo's dragon is distracted by the wound on his feet, she attacked him with her sword. She made several deep cuts all over the dragon's body, using her speed and small size. Angelo's dragon shrieked with pain, even though his wounds will be healed soon. Angelo's dragon now became angry and tried to lunge at Bella to catch her. But Bella moved away at the last moment. Angelo's dragon lost its balance and it fell down. Bella took that chance to pierce the heart of the dragon, by jumping on its back. As soon as the Sword touched the dragon's heart, Ange

Her cry echoed ,mingling with the rising symphony of moans around her. On another bed, bathed in flickering torchlight, an intricate knot of bodies began to form. Two male slaves, one scarred and grey haired, the other younger, must be in his twenties, and cream haired, circled a dragoness with fiery orange hair. Qerev'nrys realized they weren't fighting over her, instead they were communicating with rough grabs and possessive growls at the dragoness's command.The grey drake seized her hips, spinning her to face the younger one.The cream haired slave grabbed the dragoness horns that had sprung out in excitement, forcing her head down towards his rigid cock. Simultaneously, the grey drake pos

It jerked in my hand and I licked my lips, sinking down until he was pressed against my opening. I rocked my hips down, sinking onto his glorious cock inch by inch. When I was fully seated, I opened my eyes. Things were sharper and I knew that my dragon was the one in charge. Taking pleasure in our mate. Pressing my lips to his, I rested my hands on his shoulders. Digging my claws into his skin, Louis let out a moan as I started to ride him. The pace wasn’t gentle, but it was what we both needed. His pubic bone rubbed against my clit, making me work my hips faster. He thrust up into me, his hands moving from the sides of the tub to play with my breasts.

Dragon let out a devastating, animalistic roar. He drove his hips forward one final, punishing time, his massive frame trembling violently above me as he spilled his hot release deep inside me. As the heavy aftershocks wracked my body, I waited for the brutal, cold aftermath. I waited for him to pull out, adjust his clothes, and coldly discard me. Instead, Dragon collapsed fully against me. The brutal grip he had on my hips loosened instantly. He buried his face into my chest, right over my furiously beating heart, keeping himself buried deep inside me.

The legends didn't do him justice - the Dragon God was even more beautiful in person. Staring at him, I could tell that beneath his perfect exterior, there lies a hidden strength just waiting to be unleashed. The Dragon God’s eyes glowed with a fierce crimson red, and his cropped black hair moved as if blown by the wind. The spikes along his fingers and arms appeared sharp and menacing, but he seemed like he could retract them with ease. If it weren't for the black pants he had on, he would have been fully nude, his muscular torso with the finest of hairs on full display.

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—”

The swirling tattoo I’d been born with, the one that throbbed when I was aroused or dreaming, now seared with dragonfire under his touch. He lifted off me, withdrawing with a groan that made my insides clench with mourning. But he wasn’t done. Not even close. He crouched at the edge of the bed and dragged my hips to the edge. I tried to sit up, but he shoved me back down with one palm over my sternum. Then he reached for something else in the velvet-lined chest. My breath caught. It looked like a plug, thicker than any I’d ever seen but coiled in a spiral like a dragon’s tail, with a crimson jewel set in the base. I whimpered.

Creed also wastes no time in fighting, shifting into his dragon form to have an advantage. I use my magic to put two werewolves in a chokehold, they’re in their wolf form trying to subdue me, without killing me. Making it easy to kill them. They whine before dropping to the ground, lifeless. I move onto my next kill, making a path towards Danny. I look into his eyes and he has a trace of astonishment on his face, making my stomach twist in knots. I look towards my mother, she has just sent a shifted dragon into a tornado, making him an easier kill for Creed. Creed sends his dragon's breath into the tornado lighting him on fire until he dies.