Lady Dimitrescu Dragon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The legends didn't do him justice - the Dragon God was even more beautiful in person. Staring at him, I could tell that beneath his perfect exterior, there lies a hidden strength just waiting to be unleashed. The Dragon God’s eyes glowed with a fierce crimson red, and his cropped black hair moved as if blown by the wind. The spikes along his fingers and arms appeared sharp and menacing, but he seemed like he could retract them with ease. If it weren't for the black pants he had on, he would have been fully nude, his muscular torso with the finest of hairs on full display.

My fingers looking for an anchor scratches the surface of the table desperately. “Lord,” I bite down on my lips, embarrassed because my moans have been growing louder. Dimitrio notices and bites down gently on my clitoris. “A…Ahhh,” Each second passes and I’m getting closer to my climax. Then he stops. He raises his head slowly and licks my juice off his lips. Fuck. Dimitrio lifts me off the table and over to the couch. He takes off his trousers and sits on the couch. “On your knees.” He says,

Rydstorm placed his fork down, "maybe, what is your father's name?" "Lucian Murdoch, but he gave me a book with the name Nightwing on it." Catori informed. Rydstorm opened his mouth, then closed it. "Sorry, I shouldn't be saying all this." Catori apologised. "No, it's just that I haven't heard the name Nightwing in a while. He was one of the most exalted dragons'" Rydstorm said. "So you are a dragon." Catori sounded excited. Rydstorm rubbed at his chin while watching Catori intently.

“We will discuss this later.” She motioned for her soldiers to follow her and headed in the direction of the sounds. When they came upon the large room, the vampires and the werewolf were still bent over while Chloe lay in a heap between them. Verona’s eyes went fiery red at the sight of a half-dozen dragons filling up the room. Her voice was rich with hostility as she hissed, “You dare step foot in Meta territory?” “Spare me,” Myriana said as she set fire to Verona with her breath.

Her lips curve into a smile, eyes bright. It is Alfred, next, whose shoulders sag with relief so intense one might taste it. They are roars, he realizes, as the sounds draw closer. “What is that noise,” Duchess Clair asks sharply in the frozen room. Darla stands, as does Alfred. “It is your daughter, Duchess,” she laughs. “Lady Alcina, the dragonlord. Stormbringer.” * * * * * * * * * * The dragons land with twin roars, making the ground beneath them shake with the weight of their descent.

Sconces on either side provided extra illumination to the hanging, and what was depicted upon it was unmistakable. The battle at Haedral Valley. It was the only piece of décor to depict a Dragon, and this one showed quite vividly the form of Neyalha swooping low over Minotaur soldiers, spewing great gouts of flame that engulfed them. In the fore of the composition was the form of a fallen Minotaur, scorched and bloody, a sword lying beside him on the ground. Andric recognized the woven depiction of the sword he had brought.

As she looked closer, she realized she was searching for a sapphire-blue dragon, but the closest was a sky-blue dragon much too large to be her attacker. Slightly less on edge now, she watched the dragons interact, clashing and dipping with such grace and elegance that it was more like a dance than maneuvers of life and death. She was mesmerized by the emerald dragon in the center of it all, instantly recognizing Cameron. His brother was also green, but he was a slightly different shade. Ian was more of a sea-green than emerald, and though he was striking, she didn’t think he was nearly as beautiful as her dragon.

, Lord Dimitri told him, still calm and unshaken. "Why are we even having this pointless talk?", Draven asked. "That's right, enough talking and more fighting", Lord Dimitri said and without a word, Lord Dimitri charged forward, his speed and strength leaving Draven little time to react. The two vampires clashed with a brutal force, their fangs and claws tearing at each other in a frenzy of blood and violence.

I glanced down at him as Dimitri remedied me with his gaze before tenderly licking the region above my breast, which caused me to shudder and hastily nod in acknowledgement to his previous question. “Use your words Rena.” Dimitri grazed his teeth over the flesh of my breast and I whimpered out a faint yes in response. “Bene, lo stavo aspettando da molto tempo, cazzo.” (Good I’ve been waiting to this for a very fucking long time.) Dimitri gently withdrew off of me before ripping my clothing in half and tossing it to the ground, leaving me wearing nothing but my bra and underwear. I shyly reddened and tried to cover my body from him.

Lame asked with an angry voice. The head of the rebel said he saw him with a lady, she's beautiful as an angel seating at the back of the prince's horse as both of them ride out from the Kingdom. Lame asked who was that lady? The rebel leader said he did not know her. "Aaaaaaaaaaah" Lame screamed till her voice occupied the whole palace and her scream makes the Dragon Kingdom Palace started cracking with a lot of broken blocks dropping as if the palace want to collapse.