G Dragon Smut Novels & Stories

Bang! The makeshift abode shook. The two trembled, their faces ashen-white. A flying old wood fizzled through the wind, soon striking a pillar of their home. The wild wind dredging the unstable piece of wood from its spot, as if to punish the ones who spoke of the taboo - dragons.

she whispered and then buried her face in his neck. The two dragons waited for a year for her to recuperate from the pregnancy and then started training her dragon. It was a difficult start for Meryl, but she had to know her feral form. Her dragon was a beautiful blue with azure spikes and azure wings. No one had such a beautiful dragon in Galdere. Whenever she shifted, it was a treat to watch and both her dragons would shift too.

It was worth taking a chance that getting enough flaming oil around them would work. Ghaeron did not need oil. The Dragon swept over the group, flaming, but barely singed the outer edges thanks to the mystical shield. He made a second attempt with no better result. With a roar of frustration, he landed behind the attacking Moran’kaar and swept his foreleg through the rearmost members. Their misshapen bodies were knocked aside and torn asunder, some of them twitching unnaturally though they were in two or more pieces. The Dragon’s second attack was forestalled by the Alva’himar, who sent a volley of energy at him. Flinching, he spat flame in their direction, knowing they would deflect it but

Annabelle “These are all the documents?” I ask before grabbing the large envelope from the forger. I watch his beady eyes scan me as I open it and examine each one to make sure he isn’t trying to deceive me, but the crook is telling the truth. I sigh in relief. Everything I need to become the Dragon King’s surrogate is here: A new birth certificate, a fake lineage line, and a fake certificate of noble blood to boot- the most important one I need.

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.

She demanded Aithne come in person to the Fire Dragon territory and apologise, or the Ice Dragon clan would be in a world of trouble. Parents couldn't ever bear to send Aithne. A non-elemental dragon like her, going out there, was far too dangerous. The three of them were fussing over her wounds, heartsick, fretting over what to do. I tried to make myself as small as possible and edged silently toward my room. “Noxivira.” Morpheus suddenly called my name. “You go in the Fire Dragon territory.” My parents’ faces lit up like they’d just found a lifeline. They crowded round me, saying,

He just laughs making Mitalonys growl. “Now why would that happen?” “Dragons don’t like being locked up,” I snarl. His eyes widen in shock making me smirk. “So, you’re a dragon then,” he growls and suddenly the room is empty. I yell in frustration and bang my fist against the door. Damn it Mitalonys!!! How could you tell him! I snarl, furious with my dragon for making me confess. He would figure it out eventually, besides, even though he knows you are a Fire dragon, he doesn’t know that you are a Fury dragon, he reasons.

The dragon carefully sniffed every inch of his nest, searching for a foreign scent, but all he smelled was himself and Ezra. The dragon's body began to vibrate as a soothing purr rose from deep inside as he circled inside his nest, searching for the right spot and perfect angle to rest. Once he sensed it, his knees bent as he lowered himself into his nest, curling up, his tail wrapping against his chest. Sora's eyes closed as he pressed his nose into the pile of clothes that his King thoroughly scented for him. His pheromones were all over the sheet he sweated on and came all over, just for his Dragon. Sora purred louder as he rubbed his nose against the sheet that smelled deliciously like h

Lillah began taking off Gaz’s shirt and the torn dress beneath it. “Males fertilise the egg. It’s a throuple situation. Either one Vermale and two Oemales because an Oemale can’t carry an egg they have fertilised themselves or a Vermale, Male and Oemale.” Gaz took her ruined dress, placing it in the bin. Lillah was entirely naked. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen a female devoid of clothing but, unlike the others, he found her highly attractive. She was perfect with slender legs, a soft swell of hips, pinched waist and pert breasts that looked to be the perfect mouthful. Not to mention the blond hair covering her sex was glittering in the artificial light of the room. Made it look like a j