The Dragon King’s Concubine Novels & Stories

The young dragon princess decided to throw a little ball for her harem to spend the time. It was a game she used to enjoy when she was back at Dragons. She and her young maids dressed into different characters, and murmured sweet nothing to each other while dancing. Tonight, she picked out a long crimson dress that resembled the only female dragon King in Dragon history, the Fire Dragon. And she was sitting in her big luxurious armchair, watching, enjoying all those beautiful dances of her 12 gorgeous dragon maids. It was after 11 o’clock, when the thunder was blasting, the rain was crying and the wind was howling, the door of the mansion was pushed open.

He found out that Dareon brought the First Princess of the Kingdom of Gold Valley in the Dragon Land. “Please stay here my love, I was summoned by the Dragon King. He just arrived from the Kingdom of Sussex. I will not be long, okay,” Dareon said after giving her wife a quick kiss on her lips.” “Go hubby, I will wait here. I actually feel sleepy, so I sleep while you away.” She smiled as she walked him through the door.

Adonis's name leaves her lips in a sweet cry that has the dragon warrior puffing his chest out with pride. The king's guard doesn't let his little dragon come down from her high. The head of his thick cock pressed against her entrance and her eyes rolled back as he slowly entered her. Her walls stretch to accommodate his large girth. His hand grips her ass as he sinks his cock deeper into the warm wet depths of his little dragon.

When I enter the suite where the king had been lying in a coma, I see something I had not expected to see. My father is awake. Sitting next to him is an elegantly dressed drakaina with the pearlescent skin of a high-born lady. “Segundus,” he greets me, and almost seems jovial, as if he has lost all memory of our final conversation. “Finally you are here. Your mother has agreed to come back to court and help run the kingdom while I recover fully. Isn’t that a blessing,” he smiles, delirious, his eyes unfocused. This dragon is not, and could never be my mother. She is just a lowly concubine sent to keep my father company in his last few moments, dressed like a queen, and placed next to him lik

My name is Alice Brooks, and I am a dragon shifter. Today, I stand inside a cave known as the Mating Rejection Chamber. The trial results will be announced; the accused is my abusive mate, Jeffrey Claire. The monarch of the dragon kingdom, Darcus, and his mate, Queen Ella, sit on the judgment seat together. I anxiously await the hearing on the proceedings to reject the fated mate who abused and betrayed me. I pray to the gods for a harsh punishment for the wicked mate.

A marble bathing chamber is set into another far side of the room, steam rising from the heated water within. “The King has ordered that you be bathed and dressed properly.” The same woman who had spoken back in the cell gestures towards the bath. The king, the king, the king…. Damn. Does everything here have to revolve around Azraelyrs? Forgive me, for a second I forgot that he is the King of this place. The ruthless Dragon King of Drakarith. I wonder if I will get to see for myself how ruthless he can be using my step-siblings as the perfect pawns and lambs for sacrifice.

Annabelle “These are all the documents?” I ask before grabbing the large envelope from the forger. I watch his beady eyes scan me as I open it and examine each one to make sure he isn’t trying to deceive me, but the crook is telling the truth. I sigh in relief. Everything I need to become the Dragon King’s surrogate is here: A new birth certificate, a fake lineage line, and a fake certificate of noble blood to boot- the most important one I need.

The chief guard narrated on his kneels "So what? Did the dragon king asked you to fight with her?, you just humiliated a royal concubine, do you know your wrong "? She countered while peeping a glance at the king, why is he still acting nonchalant? Did he really not care about her or what she can do to her? Well she might as use this chance to get rid of her and blame it all in the situation "Forgive me My king, forgive me my queen" he pleased as sweat formed on his forehead

"I will wear this one." Cecilia looked pained. "That is the casual day dress, my Lady. You are meeting the Dragon King." "I am aware." I stepped into it. "Does he want a wife or a mannequin?" "My Lady…" "Rhetorical question, Cecilia." She helped me with the tie silently, which meant she was gathering herself for another attempt. I knew because she took a very specific kind of breath first. "He is said to be very particular," she tried. "About presentation. About..?"

The king grunted noncommittedly. "You know dear, a dragon would be quite an asset to our army," Ishild said quietly, her voice whispering across the room. The king turned a curious glance at her. "Udril had to create a dragon, whereas we have one here to do our bidding." She continued, her cold face impassive as she glanced at Elric. "I will not use my son as a pawn," the king growled back at her, the first spark of emotion showing in his voice. She smirked.