Never Tickle A Sleeping Dragon Novels & Stories

I thought I saw a tail slithering in the darkness and I blinked again to try and clear my mind. I watched as the echoes made it hard to distinguish where the sounds were coming from and I could swear I heard something whisper Chase’s name. He had heard it too and he peered into the darkness. “Show yourself beast,” Chase commanded sounding a bit like Lucas. “Are you afraid boy?” the dragon hissed. “I’m not afraid of you beast,” Chase said and I almost laughed. “Your wish is my command,” the beast said. I saw the movement from behind the throne as the dragon lunged and merged with him. Chase’s eyes widened and then he screamed clawing at his skin. He went down to his knees and he kept screamin

I had tamed far more willful subjects. After nearly two full turns of the moon, I judged the work complete. The elders and I gathered one last time in the vaults, prepared to wake it from induced slumber. The moment of truth had come. At my direction, Jackson used old raider lore songs to gently rouse the dragon's consciousness. It stirred sluggishly, chains clinking. When its dull glowing eyes finally cracked open enough to focus, I issued a simple mental command through our forged connection, amplified by additional spells.

My voice echoed around the room and I heard the dragon’s low chuckle. He emerged from the shadows and suddenly we were outside, in the open with the dark night sky above us. His eyes had a murderous glint in them and I watched his spiked tail. The dragon was gray, like mine and I almost felt sorry for the illusion. I ran straight toward him and he moved his body sideways as his tail swept across the ground and lifted at the last second to strike me full in the chest. I was on his tail and ran up towards his back as his tail swished around and he turned his head to get a look at me.

Drake asked. Nyra wanted to say 'no', but her mind immediately went towards the night, two months ago. The burning red tattoo standing as proof of what happened. 'You will become a dragon's mate if you get intimate with them. The dragon who becomes your mate can only get intimate with you. As long as you are alive, no matter how much he tried, he cannot get those kinds of feelings for anyone else. With the way you explained it to me, That dragon last night must be under the influence of a drug. When he realise what happened, he will come and kill you. That's the only way to get another mate of his liking. Last night must be a mistake. He wouldn't want you alive, reminding him about that mist

When I reach her wings she holds them out at their full span, and I easily step underneath them. The moment I do all of the suns light disappears and I am in the shade. I reach up to touch her wings amazed. The still feel leathery but much smoother than her scales. I don't know much about reptiles, but I would think that these are pure muscle. As I rub my hands along them the dragon makes a sound and stomps one of her huge claws on the ground. I peek out from beneath her wing as I repeat the motion and notice that her mouth is opened as if she is laughing. "Oh so this is your ticklish spot here huh?" I ask as if the beast can respond.

He licked her with his tongue to fasten the process of healing. After hundreds of years of finding her, then losing her and then again finding her was like he had aged a thousand more years. As she slept in his arms, he promised he would protect her from everything untoward in this world. And of course, he was going to spoil her. He looked at his little mate and his gaze traveled to her lips that were parted. He saw her adorable wee fangs, he sighed. The mighty dragon king of Galdere sighed. Finally, he found his mate, his love. His gaze went to Chezzal and found that his face was also utterly relaxed.

Waiting, suspended in perfect, utter stillness. They hear it, then: a quiet, but unmistakable crack. It is surreal and strange and unlike any animal egg Brandon has ever known before, to witness. A baby dragon does not chip away repeatedly at the shell of its egg like all other creatures do, he learns, then. It does not feebly peck at the shell to crack it in bits and pieces, nor does it struggle to clamber out of its egg thereafter with unsteady legs. No, Brandon learns. A baby dragon, as young as it may be, is nonetheless a dragon.

The internet said this dragon was weak to poison, but I also think the internet lied. The shower in the next room hisses to life. I had my turn, my hair tied up in a towel, my comfy pajamas trapping and reflecting my heat back to me. I topple the dragon, break its legs and start ripping it apart. I break its wings and one of the arms. I am cruel to the poor thing as it whimpers along. Not all of me is warm. I have a cold pack tied to my head to keep the swelling down and the pain numbed away. Not the most I've been put out after a show, but also not the best shape I've been in. I'll be fine. The stupid dragon paralyzes me and now I have to mash the buttons so I can get back up and kick its f

The heat between their bodies grew, blocking out the cold of the blizzard. “You’re...so...soft.” He panted as he put an arm under her bum to hold her up so he could place his hand against the wall for balance. His dragon instincts had kicked in causing his nails to grow into claws and he worked to keep her distracted so she wouldn’t notice. Nothing would kill her libido like finding out that the man she was trying to fuck was actually the Dragon King, the beast she wanted to kill. He didn’t want to ruin the moment. It wasn’t uncommon for Dragonkin to slip up and partially shift while making love. Most of the time it was just the shifting of their nails into claws, a natural reaction to asser

A nurse slipped into the room, and she smiled, “You’re all clear to head out. Glad you’re feeling better.” “Yeah, one down and a hundred other patients to go.” “You aren’t wrong. But, I think we should get hazard pay for caring for a dragon.” “Oh, it can’t be that bad.” “You, I have never had to avoid a breath weapon while trying to put a bandage on a scaly body that twitches. If I hadn’t seen it myself, I would not have believed a dragon could be ticklish.” “Oh, no!” “Don’t tell her I told you. She feels bad enough.”