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AGNARR. The moment those words left her lips, a slew of emotions tore through me, and I was no longer able to hold back the pent-up emotions within me. Hooking my hands around her lush thick thighs, I yank the lower half of her body off the bed and bury my face into her pussy, plunging my tongue deep into her folds. She tastes divine and I am a beast starved of what I desire. I eat her out, guided by her moans and gasps, and despite the pleasure that I am consumed by, I pay attention to exactly what makes her moan louder, and it doesn’t take long for me to assault her just the way she likes. “Agnarr… fuck baby…” she whimpers, making me smirk. “Oh, fuck- nhh!” Her cheeks are flushed, and she cries out as I increase my speed, feeling her body react. She’s close to coming. I’m going to make her come and then I’m going to fuck her before she can even get her breath back. Tonight, My Dragonette will not sleep… Her eyes roll as pure euphoria is displayed on her face as her orgasm hit
AGNARR. “Fuck…” she whimpers, sticking her tongue out as she grabs my cock, sucking me off before she licks the tip clean, swallowing the last few beads of white seed. “Delicious…” she whispers, licking her lips as she climbs to her knees. Her arms lock around my neck and I pull her close, claiming her lips in a bruising rough kiss. ‘Nowhere near as delicious as you…’ She drives me insane… fucking insane and I can’t get enough. The taste of blood fills my mouth as I ravish her mouth, sucking hard on her tongue when she tries to put up a fight. I bite down on her lip, sucking the blood from it as she moans erotically. I feel her teeth growing before she bites into my lip, sucking hard. Her moans only getting louder once more and only when I run my fingers between her ass does she whimper, letting go. “Tell me… did you like it when I fucked your ass?” I whisper, wanting to do so again. She blushes, but she nods firmly as she parts her legs slightly, allowing me to press my finger
XENDAYA. My eyes flutter open, and instantly I know something is different. I’ve never slept so comfortably and peacefully in my life. I find myself wrapped in a pair of strong arms, so snug and so safe… My heart clamours with nerves as I look up into his sleeping face and time stills, stealing away my breath. The sun is shining through the window, hitting his sharp jaw, and I realise it’s the first time I’m seeing him with his eyes closed… The urge to touch his face is tempting, but I don’t, not wanting to ruin the moment by waking him up. His nose is strong, sharp, yet flawless… his lashes are thick, and his brows are relaxed, a single lock of hair falls over his face, caressing his cheek. The ray of light hitting the scales along his traps and shoulders. Goddess… He’s beautiful… Last night’s passionate moments return, and I can still feel the ache of our lovemaking in my core. My stomach somersaults as I remember exactly what we did. I blush, closing my eyes and snuggling int
AGNARR. I walk slowly around the table, looking at the map that is laid out on it. With an army that can rival and possibly outnumber Nefzaan’s I don’t plan to sit back and wait for him to come to me… To march across the Middle Lands, to the very centre of this planet… to kill him in his kingdom of ice and snow… Even as I focus on the map before me, I can do nothing to remove the memory of last night from my mind. The way her body reacted to mine… the moans of pleasure that escaped her… the look in her eyes as I fucked her… I am at peace. Even if my kingdom is at war… even when testing times are ahead… my heart is at ease… There is nothing that can anger me today, and I am certain if I wake to her every morning, she will bring that tranquillity to my life. Women. They are indeed a riddle to decipher, but as long as I treat her well, I think- No, I hope that I am able to keep her calm enough. But then women do get angry at things that will never make sense to me. “Agnarr?” “Ent
AGNARR. “Kaizoran then,” I say, knowing he was firmer than Dagnoth, who didn’t deserve someone who could be as cunning as Leinaar. He is our fool to make a mockery of. “Willingly,” he says, bowing his head, although even a blind man could see he saw no pleasure in it. “Then if you make this decision, Kaizoran will be completing the bedding ceremony,” Hazran says just as I pick up the faint sounds of light footsteps approaching… “Yes, and I need not.” Agnarr says… “Speaking of… here she comes.” Great, now I must put up with her and her irritating manner again. They fall silent as the light footsteps approaching stop and there’s a light knock. ‘Are you sure you are willing to do this, Kaizoran? You do not need to.’ I ask him once more. Not wanting him to do this by force. ‘I will do this, for you and for the queen’s happiness. Rest assured, willingly,’ he replies. Our eyes meet, and I nod slowly. ‘Very well then.’ There’s a second knock on the door, and I turn. “Enter,” I say,
XENDAYA. ‘You hurt our mate.’ Shayara’s voice comes. It’s quiet, but I also know she’s upset, simply containing her emotions for me. ‘He doesn’t want to fuck her. Why did you make him?’ I smile sadly. ‘I didn’t say to him to get intimate with her, I said to give her her time. What he does during that time with her is his choice. A relationship isn’t just sex, I just didn’t want him to mistreat her.’ ‘But you….’ she trails off, realising that I’m not lying. ‘But it felt like that was what you were saying! You should have made it clear, but now he is going to fuck her with MY lollipop.’ She’s upset and I can sense her getting riled up at the thought. I shut the door to my bedroom and slowly sit down on the bed, trying to keep myself together. Relieved to be alone. Maybe I just don’t understand him and maybe he just doesn’t understand me. Are we really so different? ‘Let him give Leinaar away. We don’t like her, anyway.’ Shayara grumbles. ‘But one day I don’t think I will be able
AGNARR. Something so… casual as sex has never disgusted me to the point my stomach churns. I push the whore who caused these issues to the ground before commanding her to get the fuck out. This entire fucking place needs to be cleansed. My eyes are blazing as she hurries from the room, adjusting her skirt. Despite how she was treated, she’s simply wearing an expression of pure satisfaction. Pathetic. I head to my bath instantly, stripping off my pants entirely before stepping into it. There’s a pain in my chest, and I hate it. Why am I so attached to her when she doesn’t give a fuck about me? I was trying to do the right thing for her, but she didn’t care! I wash myself roughly, not caring at the fact I’m tearing into my skin as I scrub myself clean. She has to act like a saint. Leinaar doesn’t care for her! Why did she have to care about what I did or how I treated Leinaar. It’s up to me who I give and spend my time with! A low roar rumbles in my chest as I slam my fist into
XENDAYA. The form he has taken has shaken me. The scale imprint on his shoulders have become real glistening scales that I can see melding into his skin. Black with a hue of beautiful green. His face is sharper and more dangerous, his claws are black, just the way they are when he is in dragon form. His eyes are surrounded by a black hue, one that reminds me of smudged eyeliner, his pupils have become slits and upon his forehead is a shimmering gold band, wound and entwined to create what looks like a crown even… There’s something… something that has awakened inside of him, but I am not sure what it is… yet the urge to bow down to him almost overcomes me, but he’s holding me far too tightly. But aside from all that, the most magnificent thing is the huge wings that spread behind him, filling the entire hall, and they’re not even at their fullest. The black bone that forms the structure shimmers like the darkest of nights, ribbing along the wing. The membrane is like a deep thick
Four years later… “What are you thinking of?” Agnarr asks as he climbs into the lake beside me, his eyes on our children. “I was wondering what the gender of this one might be,” I remark, patting my flat stomach, our fourth child is on the way, although there is still a lot of time yet. Agnarr cocks a brow as he settles against the rocks and moves me in front of him. “A son.” Another son?” I say, looking at our three sons. Each one has dark hair with different shades of green eyes. I see Agnarr in them all. Arkyn is nearly four years old, Fenrir is three and Roald is one and a half. They play in the water, splashing around, and even little Roald splashes powerfully. He is a water dragon and likes to drown his brothers in waves of water. “Yes, I told you, we will have many sons.” I smile, not arguing because so far he has been correct. Plus, a seer we saw said he will indeed have many sons and I am happy to give them to him. Pregnancy got easier each time and with the short spa
XENDAYA. A few weeks have passed, and we are in the new castle that now has been built to the extent that it is liveable, although there is plenty of construction left with help from experts in plumbing and electric work from Clair De Lune. However, enough quarters have been made for some of us and the staff to move in and tonight we are celebrating our victory. Our dead have been buried, our friends have left us to return to their lands, with new oaths of allegiances being forged and life has been good. Dad and Mom returned home too, hoping I’d visit them soon, and Mom promised they would come visit when the little one arrives. Niko was challenging several Alphas who were to try for the title of Alpha of Alphas in a few weeks, but we all know Niko will win. He is powerful. Lycus who had watched the kingdom in their stead also wrote to me. Although he mainly spoke of Niko’s training, I hoped despite our damaged relationship one day we can rebuild it. Callista is enjoying life as
XENDAYA. I awake to the sound of the magical song of an Elven King falling in battle and I do not need to be told in words that Orrian Keyxina, King of Elandorr, has fallen in battle, for this song says it all. Silent tears trickle down my cheeks as I sit up and the two women there instantly bow their heads. I touch my stomach, but I don’t need them to confirm. My baby is perfectly fine, his strong heartbeat thudding powerfully. ‘Our pup is perfectly fine.’ Shayara says softly. ‘We did it Xenie…’ ‘We did’ “Your baby is healthy, My Queen.” The healer says, bowing her head. “And the King?” “Outside with the armies.” She bows her head, and it feels as if a burden has been lifted, but the fear I still possess as I wonder who we have lost makes me worried. I slowly get out of the blanket, and the other healer helps me into a cotton gown. I feel weak, but I am fine. I step out of the tent, slowly making my way towards the large army that has gathered, sprawling out for miles. Tents
AGNARR. The battle cost us, even if victory was ours… Xendaya is in a makeshift tent and a healer has taken a look at her. She and my son are both fine, but she is very weak. She suffered blunt force trauma to her back, which impacted her womb, but she is well - they both are. She was given blood and we now wait until she wakes up. Although I don’t want to leave her, I need to meet the rest of the armies who have gathered. To learn how many we have lost and to thank our allies. Nefzaan’s men who did not surrender were killed, and those who did surrender are being held prisoner until justice is served. ‘Agnarr… where are you?’ Kaizoran’s voice comes. He sounds exhausted. The heavy footfalls from outside prove that a considerable sized army has returned. ‘I am coming.’ I respond, stepping around the corner of the tents. I stop in my tracks, looking at Hazran and Dagnoth’s lifeless bodies that Kaizoran carries. I frown slightly but simply shake my head. Niko is beside him and alth
XENDAYA. ‘Xendaya!’ I hear Agnarr’s shout as my mind spins, before he dives towards me, shifting back to his human form with his wings spread behind him, catching me as he shields me from the assault of boulders and debris that rains down upon us. “Are you alright?” he asks, his hand going to my stomach as he holds me to his chest. “I am. He’s powerful.” I say, coughing and tasting the blood in my mouth. I don’t think I’m alright… I can feel a sharp pain spasming through my lower back and up my spine. ‘He always was. Stay here.’ He commands, his voice shaking with a rage that makes my own heart skip a beat. He puts me down just as Nefzaan attacks. This time Agnarr doesn’t hold back, not restraining how far his flames carry, filling the sky with an orange hue. The ground that is covered in a thick layer of ice now starts to morph into large spikes, “That bastard!” Agnarr snarls, lifting me off the floor as he flies me to safer ground. ‘Let’s end this now…’ I say, ‘Shay… what we
XENDAYA. A smile crosses his handsome face before his aura explodes, and I watch as he transforms into his true and most powerful form. A magnificent black dragon that shines with an emerald hue. The most beautiful and incredible dragon I have ever seen. His magnificent wings beat powerfully, and I grab onto his back and jump on. I was wrong. Agnarr’s dragon is larger than his grandfather's, albeit only by a little. The fading pain in my back is like a memory almost forgotten. We rise above the castle, and I’m focusing on the battle before me. Nothing else is important. Agnarr sends a ball of fire at them, and they counter it swiftly. With every attack Agnarr sends, I am using my abilities to reinforce the fires, pushing them against theirs. The brutal winds are only making the flames spread and with my power combined, they can only duck or try to avoid the deadly flames, yet the way they move, despite their size, is swift, agile and calculated. The Ancient Dragon Flames destroy
ORRIAN. We have succeeded in securing the front, breaking through the castle walls and watching the walls come down. The roar of victory fills the air, and I raise my hand. “Wait! We will not enter until we have the signal.” I say loud and clear, watching the dragons in the air. There’s something strange around the two of them… a dark energy that makes me hesitate. “In that time, take care of the injured.” Someone passes me water and I gulp it down as I search the darkening skies before observing those dragons. There’s some kind of barrier swirling around the area. I watch as several dragons try to hammer against it, but it’s as if there’s an invisible wall… “King Orrian! King Remiel is injured! We are the closest to them. Our soldier has begged for assistance!” I turn sharply, gazing at the wolf who had spoken. Remiel has not signalled… but I can see the truth in the eyes of the man before me. “Hold your position. I want fifty of the strongest with me!” I say, “Khalen, I want
MORGANA. Dragons. They are something different. Fighting against them is not something I have ever experienced, and it is new for me and for our people. They work together with resilience and determination, yet at the same time, if you isolate one, it will still hold against its opponent, with the force of a dozen wolves combined. Their scales and their bodies can take more than other species… The older the dragon… the more powerful it is… and although Agnarr is older than me, he is a baby in comparison to many of his enemies’ men. That is something I noticed. Agnarr leads the younger generation, and although his numbers have grown larger than Nefzaan’s, he does not have age on his side. For those that Nefzaan has recruited under his command are ancient. Xenie… My child, be safe… I pray that Agnarr reaches her. I saw him light the skies on fire earlier, heard his thunderous roar and I can only hope that he has gotten to my daughter. That she is safe. I would question the gods
XENDAYA. I watch as Agnarr’s wings spread behind him, his eyes blazing, those sharp slits fixed on Nefzaan whose rage clashes against Agnarr’s. But power reigns supreme. ‘You should never underestimate the Kingslayer!’ Nefzaan snarls as he spreads his wings, his voice reverberating around us. I can see smoke in the distance, see the battle commencing, and Shayara snarls, her anger and power radiating through me. ‘We must be ready to rejoin the battle,’ she growls. I nod. Even if Agnarr expects me to stay out of the way, it will not happen. He has fought alone before and even now when it feels he will succeed, Nefzaan is too calm and that is why we are partners… This is our battle to be fought as one. Together. I just need energy… and a little time to heal. I look down at Liya, who is alive but unconscious, much to my relief. Taking a deep breath, I stretch my leg which is healing, feeling the throbbing pain slowly ease up. Just a little while longer… Nefzaan is not a reckless