G Dragon Fanfic Novels & Stories

She told me that it had been a while since her dragon was out. “I just worry. I haven’t shifted in so long.” I state. “Everything is going to be fine. My dragon is terribly excited to meet Gemma.” Dray says. “Oh shit, I just realized that I don’t know the names of your dragons.” I blurt out. “Grendel is my dragon's name,” Dray tells me. “My dragon’s name is Haldor,” Drake states.

Another memory unfolded, softer yet no less intense: them soaring through starlit skies, her laughter wild and free as he caught her mid-flight, their bodies pressing together in heated embrace high above ancient mountains, promising eternal rule and unbreakable bond. The images poured over me relentlessly, each one twisting deeper into my heart. I watched them share victories in battle, her standing proudly beside him as they claimed territories together, their connection forged in fire and blood long before I had ever existed. My own body felt painfully inadequate in comparison, all plush curves and human vulnerability, my heavy breasts leaking milk from the stress, my round belly soft and

I raise my shoulders at her. "You met him already? Who is it? Wait, I don't understand. That asshole cheated on you?" Jodie went from happy to murder in five seconds. "Jeez, relax. I guess, I did meet him. I have no idea who it is. My mother says that my dragon will tell me. She just hasn't spoken to me yet." I place my hands on her shoulders and pushed her out the door. "It kind of makes sense why your dragon hasn't spoken to you. We get our dragons young, so they learn and grow with us. At this stage, your dragon is still a baby. I think she still has to learn to talk I guess." I look at her in utter disbelief.

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. ***

I rub my cheek along him and a rumble comes from him that sends all sorts of tingles through me. As I turn my head to the other side I see Dragus shifting into his dragon form just as big as Darian's but silver instead of gold, the same piercing eyes looking back at me, he moves slowly towards me just as cautious as Darian, when he reaches me, he does the same as his brother and runs his head along my other side with a rumble of his own. I wrap my body around him as he brings his head back. He gives me a toothy grin that I all but return.

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—”

His handsome face still looked red from drunkenness. "Dragon!" exclaimed Astrid with admiration. She looked around the bar and found no bartender's body anywhere. Her hunch said that bad luck would soon come upon this dragon. This dragon was so beautiful and dazzling in Astrid's eyes. At first glance, Astrid had fallen in love with a drunken red-eyed black dragon. She wouldn't let anyone slaughter this dragon. Not tonight. "Hey, what are you looking at, girl?" Draco asked ramblingly and suddenly fell unconscious from being too drunk.

I winced again. Finn, you great bloody beast, take me. Because I swear to all the gods that if you leave me unsatisfied, I'll destroy you. How could you let that bitch spread those lies about you? About her? Drace snarled over the shared dragon connection. I looked up and saw the darting forms of their humongous bodies in the air as if they were arrows from an archer's bow. I shook my head. Now really isn't the time for you two to go on a sex parade, you know.

Terran threw his head back in dramatic exhaustion, “or I swear to Gerber daisies I’m going to take this moment from you and tell them myself.” “You’re no fun,” I scowled at him, “fine. She’s mated to Mountain, who also goes by Rian, and is… a Dragon.” “Come again?” Alderic piped in. “Dragon. It’s this gross lizard-looking thing with wings. You know, all ‘I breathe fire’.” “Good Gardenia’s Nixon, they know what a Dragon is… although the way you described him was-” “Accurate,” I nodded my head in agreement.