Dragon Vore Stories Novels & Stories

She leaned against me while I began to tell her. “As you saw for yourself, my brothers and I are dragon shapeshifters. We boarded our ship and escaped our world. Drakkon has been at war for many years and the weapons the Curonder’s, that is who our enemy is. They last used a weapon that had turned into germ fare. It has made our women sterile and they can no longer bear children. Along with the chemicals from the weapons that went airborne, it is killing off all vegetation. And poisoned the water. The water had all but dried up by now. My brothers and I tried to tell the council that we needed to leave our world and find someplace to start over. But they argue that with women not able to giv

“What? When, brother?” Ghaeron forced himself to share the tale of his great shame, one that he had shared with no one since the early days of life on Edon. “Shortly after Mother and Father had brought forth the first life here on Edon, I became fascinated with the complex weaving of mystical forces that had been utilized to do so. Such variety of living creatures had come into being! Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Minotaurs, and a host of lesser known beings, all benign and given great potential for growth. Growth is one of the constants of the universe, as you know. It is ingrained into the essence of Dragons.”

Chapter 76- Elnora POV “What do you mean one saved your life once?” I demand from him, and my crying automatically subsides. “Just as it sounds. Something bad had happened, one of the vampires was attacking me, and it came out and protected me from the vampire.” “So, what is it? A werewolf or something?” “No, nothing like that. They are really just a different breed of dog.” “That is not a breed of dog.” I decline his answer immediately. There is no way that creature was a breed of dog. “Maybe not at home, but here it is. What we once knew about the world has changed drastically already.” “We will talk about this more later.” I insist.

Well, he was supposed to be a lot smaller than him in the later part of the story, but what’s with this humongous difference? “That’s a given, no?” Clairmont scooped the ice cream and placed it in his mouth. Then he scooped once again and offered it to me. I am trying to have a serious conversation here, but I am not the one to reject an offer of a scoop of ice cream, especially when the ice cream’s delectable smell is wafting in my nose. While accepting his offer and got spoon-fed (Yeay!) by him, Clairmont added. “Dragons in general would look big no matter what form they took. It was to represent the amount of strength they had, and the amount of Mana stored in their central plexus.”

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.

Without pausing, Liam passed through the threshold and made his way directly toward the ancient tomb where Vincent stood guiding the warriors there in drawing the runes to control the ominous dark energy emitting grom the tomb. Noticing Liam’s approach, Vincent turned, a faint smile tugging at his lips “Back so soon?” “Yes,” Liam replied, his tone light “Scouting doesn’t take long when Aragon’s with me.” Vincent let out a quiet chuckle “It still amazes me how he can fly in this cursed air. Believe it or not, you’re only the second person I’ve seen ride a dragon through this wasteland, the rest of us keep them in the stables for emergencies.”

When his eyes met mine, he looked away quickly. Guilt. Something was wrong. Vania woke slowly. When she learned she was pregnant, her hand flew to her belly. For just an instant, panic flickered across her eyes. Then she smiled. A wide, triumphant smile. This was not right. Before I could think further, Drakon's voice thundered through the hall. "The gods favor me!" he roared. "I will father a golden dragon!" King Theron was overjoyed. He ordered chests of the finest treasures sent to the Crown Prince's chambers.

Her mates spiraled toward her through the currents. Draven caught her first, pulling her into his powerful arms and thrusting his thick cock deep into her soaked cunt with one commanding stroke. Lorien joined from behind, sliding into her ass and filling her completely. Vespera cried out as they began a spinning, rhythmic double penetration. Sable spun into the vortex beside them, straddling Draven’s thigh and grinding her dripping pussy against him while sucking on Vespera’s bouncing breasts. The call to the Vortex of Timeless Ecstasy echoed through every layer of reality.

Mother closed her eyes briefly like she already knew where this conversation was heading. Father’s jaw tightened. “The vampires refused to present their tribute and attempted to break away from Dragon rule entirely. They believed the dragons would negotiate with them.” A bitter look crossed his face. “They were wrong.” "They wiped the entire race off the face of the earth," Father whispered, the memory darkening his features. "An entire kingdom, gone in less than a month." A cold dread settled even deeper into my stomach at his words. I knew the story too well. I had read them in history books.

I said and then I couldn’t help the next question that slipped from my lips, “Wait, are vampires real too?” His smirk told me all I needed to know. “Serious?” I asked my jaw hitting the floor. “As a heart attack.” “No.” “I’m for real,” Louis said with a smirk, “They’re kinda like a distant cousin to us dragons.” “Wild,” I said with a sigh, my mind blown. I watched Louis stand taking our dishes into the kitchen and loading them into the dishwasher as he grabbed another beer. I couldn’t help but be reminded of how often we had hung out like this.