Solas Dragon Age Romance Novels & Stories

Lyra staggered up, her dagger slashing at a crimson wolf, while Torin roared, fighting to his feet, blood pooling beneath him. The Daughter raised the shard, her eyes wild. “The Abyss is mine!” she screamed, lunging at Kael. Aria roared, her silver light blasting her back. The shard fell, cracking, but the rift surged, the Goddess’s power overwhelming. Aria’s claws burned, her bond with Kael a faint spark. She turned to him, his eyes fluttering open, weak but fierce. “I love you,” he whispered, his hand squeezing hers. “I love you too,” she said, tears streaming.

The ring in my finger is a symbol, and so is our names on each other's HarmonyMatch app. And so, I decided let things go. I looked at him and said: "Christopher Caelum Asher Renault-Lee," he looked at me, puzzled. "Your Highness. There is no hiding." I took a deep breath. "I'm in love you, too," I said. And there was silence. He just looked at me, face unreadable except for what seemed like shock. "Um…hello?" I asked, waving my hands before his face. "Hey, are you o–"

His thumb caressed her clit as he fucked her, and it was not long before she felt a blissful wave of climax come over her letting out a delightful scream of ecstasy. Daenerys moved around for his penis began slowly licking his glans. She continued by making her lips around it and licking it in her mouth with her tongue making circles around it. Daario could wait no longer; he must have her. He pushed her down onto the bed and thrust himself into her, wanting wet pussy. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him in deeper and deeper until neither one of them could restrain themselves. She squirted on the bed like dragonfire as he came hard inside of her. Both were breathing hard as valyrian

No fear of my dragon, just his promise to dive in with me. I clung hard as the bond swelled huge, cocoon heating up, Seraphina's thread glowing bright. Woman under him, dragon rising, wolf inside, we breathed as one. Too much, too beautiful, too damn healing to fake. Ronan nuzzled my neck, still hard inside, lips soft now. “Forever, Nyra. My mate.” His wolf rumbled content, wrapping me safe. “Forever,” I whispered, tears hot on my cheeks. Our scents mixed, cum leaking slow between us, the grass cool under our heat.

Alinta asked. “When you have something to fight for and protect, you get stronger,” Noel answered. “Well, let us get ourselves busy,” Aron said, and Hades grinned before they dashed at the dragons, two huge dragons falling almost immediately at their attacks. “I am not feeling this fight,” Azura said. “Me neither. I feel like I should have stayed back like Selene,” Noel said. “Do you think she is right? Is it possible that Namiel was in love with Aspa?” she asked.

Seed and slick glistened under the infinite sky. The sanctum responded. The horizon itself seemed to expand with every shared climax. Soft currents of light gently positioned lovers for deeper connection. The Song stretched toward the infinite, growing richer with every thrust. Vespera was claimed beneath the ever-changing auroras in every configuration. She rode Silas while Draven took her ass. She was on all fours taking Rook’s massive cock while Lorien filled her throat and Sable sat on her face. Her body became a glowing testament of union flushed, marked, dripping with cum and starlight.

~ 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.

Sparks flew. Serena backed up, eyes scanning for anything—anything—she could use. Her hand closed around a rusted pipe. She swung. The blow struck Beta’s shoulder, but she didn’t flinch. “You’re weak,” Beta sneered. “You were just the prototype. I’m what they wanted.” She lunged again—aiming for Serena’s throat. Damien tackled her mid-strike. They tumbled into the console, breaking wires and glass. Beta threw him off like a rag doll, turning—

“Wait. Are you getting up? Do you need help getting to the restroom or something?” “I am getting ready to leave Silverfang,” Leslie responded. “You can’t. You haven’t fully recovered,” Solon said. “You don’t get to tell me what to do!” Leslie snapped. “Leslie, I’m just trying…” Solon started but Leslie interrupted him. “I, Leslie of Windpaw, reject you, Solon of Silverfang, as my fated mate!”

Her voice didn’t waver, but the air around them seemed to hold its breath, as if the realm itself strained to hear. “I vow to walk beside you, not behind,” she began, the words steady, rooted in something deeper than promise. “I vow to burn with you, not for you. I vow to love you as a man, even when the world sees a dragon. When they cower, I will reach for you. When they curse, I will bless. When they forget the heart beneath the fire, I will remember.” His breath caught. She watched it. Saw his eyes shimmer gold. A tremor moved through his chest, as if something ancient inside him recognized her vow as the thing it had long awaited.