G Dragon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

“It’s a long story but she was presumed dead and the other woman got pregnant so I married her. My friend and I went to Montana to find a missing girl and by chance I saw her, she had no memory of who I was or her previous life and I knew from other cases that going to the dragon realm would bring her memories back.” “You just go to the dragon realm?” he asked me. “Abeloth grants me passage,” I said. “So the gray dragon is the strongest in existence then,” he murmured softly and I didn’t think that he intended for me to hear that. “So in the dragon realm Typhon bonded us since we were bonded halves,” I said. “You’ve met Typhon?” he asked me with wide eyes. “Haven’t you? Don’t we all meet Typ

There are cushions and rugs all around, with naked men and women scattered around, some in groups, others in just couples lost in the throes of lust and pleasure. My eyes flicker to the group that is directly in my view. I recognise the three handsome muscular men who are all making love to one woman. Agnarr’s friends… The scene makes me feel strange. I feel my pussy clench as I watch them and although a part of me tells me to turn away I'm unable to… They say Dragons are a sexually driven race, far more than wolves and vampires… I stare at the foursome before me. Dagnoth lies on the ground, his cock buried in the woman who is sitting on top of him whilst Kaizoran is positioned above her and

As he moves, I see his shape morph and he shifts into a blue dragon only a few inches smaller than Lilliana’s black and green form, his blue scales matching the shade of his eyes. I stand there amazed at what I am seeing, I never even considered that Drake was a dragon too, and now I see it with my own eyes I can understand why they are a better match than she and I would ever have been. “By the Gods!” The people around me exclaim as Drake unleashes his rage against my brothers’ men for harming his wife and I see the men panic and try to escape, but it’s too late for them.

Lizzy mused. “They looked at me as if I was a bug to squash,” Chloe said bitterly. “Perhaps, if they knew your origin, they’d think differently,” Lizzy offered. “Now, tell me about the dragon part. How marvelous to be able to transform into such a majestic beast. How very lucky. Did you know that there is a planet in the Oobla galaxy that has some of the most advanced scientific minds in the universe and these minds are housed within the bodies of dragons? Your Tristan is a blessed soul.”

Either way, I'd suffer. Normally, I'd take it. But with a child in me, I had to think twice. I looked up at her. "Hawthorn is bad for a dragon's baby. I've got a recipe that'll help your child grow strong. Don't you want them born faster? Once they're here, no one can challenge your position." She might doubt others, but I'd lived with these dragons for years in my past life. She had to take my words seriously. She despised Horace's princess consort and wanted her child born sooner to secure her glory.

She looked back at me with those dark eyes that had never once in nineteen years pretended not to see something they were seeing. "Mate bonds," I said carefully, "in dragon culture they are not chosen. They are recognized. The dragon part of a person identifies their counterpart and it is" I paused. "It is not a feeling exactly. It is more like a fact. Something that simply is, regardless of whether either person is ready for it or wants it." Lyra was quiet. "And Drex," she said. "His dragon has recognized" "Yes," I said. She looked at the window. "He is two hundred and thirty years old," she said.

Hearing sad stories was painful, especially living alone in a strange place. Draco felt that his life was a responsibility he had to fulfill for the future of the dragons. He didn't have time to think about himself. He didn't even know whether he deserved love or not. His life was a duty and responsibility, nothing else. Draco felt his energy drain rapidly when he was around humans. He longed for the hidden dragon lair where he grew up, but Draco couldn't return. He had to face his destiny. Draco had to find a way to keep his true identity as a dragon hidden until he managed to find his golden dragon’s heart.

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.

“Hurry, Gelong!” “Ouch! Lady, that hurts! Not the hair, please!” Gelong, the peculiar dragon, elicited a roar as he whined like a child. Its head swayed from right to left, telling Diana to stop pulling its mane. It shrunk and changed its body—from a dazzling dragon to a peculiar-looking griffin. Rolling her eyes, Diana did not heed to Gelong’s whining. Instead, she pulled the mane all the more. “Hurry! If that idiot dies, I will turn you into bald, you weird griffin!”