Harry Potter Fanfiction Dragon Lord Novels & Stories

"You understand, beautiful girl? My lord rarely treats a girl well. He prefers to give girls to his big dragon! ” he said again which shocked me The great darkness dragon actually likes to devour humans. "Are you afraid? You don't need to be afraid, today our master will show you something. You know what? " "Not!" "Your beloved man will come, then our master will eliminate him. Our master will give your male lover to the dark dragon. And you ..... be nice to my lord, he treats you well. Do you know what the consequences will be if you refuse what my Lord wants? "

At this point, she was sure the dragon was in control,but as suddenly as he changed, Drago came back to himself. “He will not hurt you,” he whispered in her ear,”he just wants to enjoy his mate.” “Mmm,” Madchen moaned and all her inhibitions dissipated like a mist into the night. Drago wasted no time as he sat up, and ripped his shirt off, revealing his perfectly toned abs and pecs.He pulled her up with him. They were chest to chest now,Madchen completely absorbed in the bliss that was Drago, her sexy onyx dragon. Suddenly, his lips claimed hers with a fiery passion, demanding entrance to her delicious mouth with his tongue. Madchen Allowed it, letting him lead as he explored her mouth. Soon

Then, what they realized was that Lady Lamia, being a snake, was a hermaphrodite, as she had breasts and a vagina, and in the absence of a penis, she had two of them. As for the tiger lord, he had a large, barbed penis, the tiger lord, was orange in color with black spots and blue eyes. The lord of dragons was a white humanoid dragon with lightning and twisted horns, his penis was as big as that of the lord of tigers, in his case, the dragon was long with tentacles and a stinger at the tip. She wouldn't get out of there, less than roasted, so, they took her, the first to enter was Lady Lamia, who started the conversation, sucked her, with her forked tongue, she entered first, opening her leg

He wondered if Draco would honor his invitation. He pranced the length of his room, biting his fingers. A sigh of relief escaped him when a knock sounded in the room, and Edrand answered it. His eyes glinted with a smile upon settling on Draco, who loomed over his door like a god. "My lord," he opened the door wide, and Draco stepped in. The lord was fully dressed in his usual attire, but this time, his hair was tied in a bun at the nape of his neck. Snidely, Edrand left the door ajar, knowing the female would come, and then he ventured close to the lord. Lifting his hand, he traced it over Draco's broad shoulder, arousing chills on Draco's body.

Alcina looks away. The Duchess taps her finger against the table's wooden surface, and it feels like the blaring rhythm of a snare drum to Alcina's frayed nerves. It is Darla, then, who speaks, surprising every person but Percy. "Is it not obvious?" she has a small but devilish smile on her lips as she stares down her nose at the Duchess in particular. "She is a dragon lord." A pause before Darla tilts her head. "Well. The dragonlord, I suppose."

Upon the grassland lay seven slumbering dragons, and Roderick recognized each and every one of them. The Dragon King The Dragon Queen The Dragon General The Imperial Advisor The Imperial Strategist The Dragon Duke The Dragon Duchess Roderick landed before the seven dragons and paid his respects to them. “Roderick pays his respect to the Dragon Council.” “You have returned” the Dragon King was the first to speak, yet his eyes remained closed. “I have,” Roderick nodded his large head. “So, what have you discovered this time. Another Orc Lord? Hehe.” The Dragon Lord chuckled in amusement, the other dragons chuckling with him as well.

Thane Drogos "Have you ever wanted to ride a dragon?" I asked, wading in the deep water. I noticed how she eyed me, eyes darkening, desire present on her face. "I believe I already have." Evie raised an eyebrow, chewing on her lower lip. I laughed. God, I loved her. "Then how about this—have you ever wanted to be fucked by a dragon on a mountain of gold?" Her mouth dropped open, eyes widening as she put two and two together. "You're taking me to your hoard?"

The dragon delicately picked her up making sure not to hurt her then flew towards the mansion. If Jonas had seen his master the beast being delicate like that to a werewolf, his jaw would have dropped and maybe he would think that he was dreaming because James was not called the beast for nothing. He was the dragon lord, the child of the sky, he was mighty and everyone who saw or heard his roar trembled. Those who were there during the great battle of the dragons over the dragon stone would attest to that, if only they were alive. Back at the mansion Jonas was going crazy with worry. He paced around the mansion wondering what could be keeping his master. He had the heart to call his brother

Mina grabbed Aruther by the wrist, squeezing in desperation “Arthur do something... she can’t stay here,” Murdok cocked his head to the side as Mina’s voice echoed down the hall and Arthur turned to his wife, jerking his wrist from her grasp. “What is that supposed to mean, Rori would be just as safe here with Murdok as she would be with us.” Arthur turned to inspect his bride, “where is this coming from Mina...you sound like the Grand Master and half the Vail High Court…” Arthur did not finish as Mina perched her hands on her hips and squared her shoulders. “Maybe they have a point, Art…” Arthur hissed at his wife’s dismissive tone and looked at her as though she had struck him. “Mina this

Elara’s silver light spiraled through the air, coiling around the dragon king, merging with his fire, creating a cyclone of molten gold and shimmering silver that struck Malakar directly. The shadow lord screamed as the combined force of dragon and healer struck him. His magic fractured, the beasts and shadows he commanded collapsing into ash. Malakar’s body twisted in fury and fear as the final wave of energy engulfed him. With a deafening roar, Verath released the full extent of his dragon power, molten flames consuming the darkness, until nothing remained but silence and smoke.