Never Tickle A Sleeping Dragon Novels & Stories

I nip at his earlobe, gently tugging the silver-coloured hoop he wears, and he mumbles something sleepy and nonsensical. They say you should never tickle a sleeping dragon, but they don’t mention sleeping wolves. I trail my fingers across the bare skin of his torso, over the patch on his ribs that I know will make him twitch. With my thumb I trace an arc around the inside of his elbow, and the tickling quiver it elicits from him sends an extra pulse of arousal through me. Aiden cracks one eyelid open. I dip my head and softly kiss the other one. “Good morning, sleepywolf.” “Did you get started without me?” he mumbles, pausing in his movements.

He immediately starts rumbling happily, practically rolling over to show me his belly. I chuckle at him. “You need to be careful little dragon. There are some bad people around here. Not only that, but there are also other dragons near here. HE is near here. I see him sometimes, big and strong. I wonder if he ever thinks about what he did to me? Maybe I never even cross his mind,” I say as the little dragon’s back leg starts kicking like I’ve seen dogs do when you scratch just the right spot. “Oh, is that a good spot?” I ask and scratch harder, watching his entire body arch and his leg move faster.

--------- ------------------ A week later . . . --------- ------------------ Turning into a dragon . . . cool, but complicated. Being the only one who can get a real dragon to eat, sleep, and not set the surrounding countryside on fire was complicated and annoying. Trying to corral one Greater Dragon who wanted to go play with a flock of Lesser Dragons? REALLY annoying.

they tell me. "Fine," I sigh. My eyes roll back and the room lights up with an ethereal glow. I call out for Sorin and a moment later the miniature dragon comes flying through the wall, his claws clicking and his tail swishing. He lands on the floor beside the bed, his icy blue eyes peering up at me. I know I am not supposed to call for you at night but it's important that I know what's making that sound, I explain. It's fine. I won't tell anyone. I was growing bored anyway, he says.

~ RAMON ~ The scent was strong and offensive. It was sufficient to rouse me from my beautiful slumber. My inner dragon growled, a warning to me that I would not return to the slumber if the source of the stench was not dealt with. My eyes were drawn to the sleeping beauty that lay beside me. Spurred by nothing but great admiration, my fingers danced on her delicate face, her soft snores of content a delight to my soul and a temporary satiation to my inner dragon.

He tried to send encouraging thoughts to his dragon. She's a virgin. Something a dragon couldn't resist, it was like his own personal brand of drug. Her scent had haunted him from the moment he'd met her, and he couldn't resist luring her to the firelight earlier tonight. It was an old trick his father had once spoken of. A male dragon could use a fire's glow to draw a female dragoness to him. She wouldn't be able to resist the gleam, crackle, and spark. And once she was close, a kiss to claim and keep her. And it had worked with Piper, though not in the same way.

Loras adds. "Now that my dragon is a girl, that means we are going to have dragon babies?" Astrid asks looking excited at Dracos and Aine. The two dragons give her a scolding look. "Let the know each other, won't you?" Loras laughs looking at the annoyed beasts. "But if you want dragon babies, we can do that ourselves." He smirks and wraps his arms around her waist, playfully biting her neck. Astrid laughs to hide the pinch of guilt she's feeling. She still drinks that tea after every time they sleep together...

he says, and I freeze. “How do you know that?” I snarl. I swallow a hard lump in my throat in panic. He slowly stands up. “I told you, I know you.” “You’re trying to trick me again!” I lift my hand and my Snake slithers over. In my anger, my dragon successfully surfaces. Lyzaria wait! Wolves cannot perform the kind of trickery you are thinking of! Mitalonys growls. What are you talking about? Uncle said they can—

If I decided to slit his throat there is no way any of our blood cold heal that in time. "She cannot let the eggs hatch in her dragon form or when her dragon is present. She will find something wrong with the scent and will eat them instead. They won't smell only like you and her scent intermingled, babies have their own scent and it will throw her dragon into a frenzy" he yells as his other bowels release.

The dragon replied, "Yeah, do you think I'm that stupid, I'm just going to take a few of them, but tell me, I felt some energy flowing from some of the audience, it looked like your energy just like it was your energy and then it broke into pieces afterwards." Yao Tai replied, "Aren't you going to sleep now? Go to sleep and I'll tell you after you wake up." The dragon replied, "Its not called sleep - it is meditation anyway. After this period is over, you will explain to me what is happening to you, understand?" Yao Tai replied, "Yeah..yes.But how long will you last in your sleep?"