Page 4 of The Dragon King's Awakening

My heart races while they clash, their roars echoing through the air.The red one lunges at the gold and the gold lunges back, wings snapping wide and talons raking.They both lash out in whirlwind of strength and fury, their movements blurred in a dangerous, powerful dance.

The Gold dragon tries to hold its ground, but the Red is relentless.With a final, powerful surge, the Red knocks the Gold off-balance, sending it crashing onto its belly.The Red is on top of it in an instant, his jaws clamping around the back of the Gold's neck, eliciting a low growl from his adversary.

My eyes widen as I realize the true nature of their struggle.The dragons' genitals, previously sheathed and hidden by their thick tails and powerful hind legs, are now on full display, protruding from beneath the skin of their bellies.Both are hard and engorged, revealing their gender without any doubt.The sight is both shocking and mesmerizing, and a flush of heat spreads through my body as I watch the primal display unfold.

I've only heard stories about the power plays of dragons, the way their hierarchical customs demand this display of dominance and submission to cement the pecking order.Who rules, and who follows the ruler's commands.Dragons draw strength from their partners’ sexual energy, so reveling in pleasure means siphoning energy from the satisfied.

I remain frozen, caught off-guard by the animalistic scene.Should I leave?The thought flickers through my mind, but my feet stay planted, my gaze riveted on those colossal shafts.

The Red's magnificent appendage traces a path along the Gold's tailbone, eliciting a whine as the Gold obediently shifts his tail aside.Beneath him, his golden cock sways, its length brushing the rocky ground, its girth matching that of my forearm.

I watch, transfixed, as the Red dragon mounts the Gold, each movement he makes deliberate, dominant.The Gold arches his back, eagerly accepting the Red's cock, his wings thrashing, beating against the earth, clawing at the dirt beneath them.Then, with a sudden grip, the Red sinks his teeth deeper into the nape of the Gold's neck.A groan, raw and resonant, escapes the Gold, a complex sound that weaves pain with pleasure, echoing around us.

I'm spellbound by this ancient interplay of power and submission.The rhythm of their union is like a siren's call, stoking my desire.My body responds, a pulsing warmth building between my thighs, echoing the beat of the dragons' fucking.

Despite the violence inherent in the way the Red holds the Gold pinned to the ground, pounding into him, the Red takes his time, thrusting with a twist of hips that makes the Gold moan in a way that sounds like a plea.After several moments, the Red twists his tail around between their legs and coaxes the tip to wrap around the Gold's cock and begin stroking.

My mouth drops open as I take in the revelation about their tails—so limber, so versatile.I find myself propped back on my rock once more, hands braced on the edge, gripping tight to resist the urge to touch myself.Despite the resistance, a fiery ache pulses within me, my core a hot, throbbing knot.My panties are soaked, the wetness seeping through my shorts and glaringly evident at the tops of my inner thighs.

With a final, powerful thrust, the Red climaxes, his body shuddering with release.The Gold follows suit, his own orgasm causing him to arch his back and let out a guttural cry that resonates through the stillness of the overlook.Beneath him, his cock shoots a long, fat geyser of creamy fluid that arcs out over the cliff to spatter across the blackberry bushes beyond.

The Red remains on top of the Gold for several breaths, until the Gold shrinks, morphing into a muscular, dark-skinned man with hair in short black cords held back from his face by a golden band.He remains limp and panting, neck still clamped in the Red dragon's jaws.

Finally the Red transforms as well, releasing his quarry and sitting back on his heels.

The school's recent visitor rests panting on his knees, watching the other man intently.His crimson hair clings to his forehead, beaded with perspiration.A swath of dark ink covers one half of his back and one shoulder, a dragon scale pattern reflected on his human skin.

I hold my breath.Time seems to stand still while the two men recover.Then, slowly, they become aware of my presence.I'm panting from the shock and arousal of the whole display and still too stunned to get myself under control.The dark-skinned Gold sees me first, amber eyes fixing on me from where he lies.He lifts an eyebrow and says something in a language I don't recognize.

The Red turns to see what caught his partner's attention, a slow smile spreading across his face as he takes me in.My entire body tingles with awareness.This is what it feels like to be the target of a dragon's focus; it’s even more intense than the too-brief glance he gave me earlier.

"Well, hello," he says in a voice as smooth as silk and just as seductive.

My heart races as he rises and begins to approach, curiosity and desire reflected in his gaze.My body responds without thought, my breath quickening as the distance between us shrinks.

The other man, still dazed from his recent transformation, remains on the ground.His skin shimmers, a wave of golden scales rippling across every inch of him before dissipating back to the original rich brown.He tenses and shakes his head.

"Why were you fighting him?And then…" I wave my hand, unable to articulate the scene I just witnessed.

The red-haired man pauses, his gaze flicking to the golden dragon before returning to me.

"The subdual.Zahraxis has been feral for centuries," he explains."I am Finn, a bounty hunter in service of the Sixth Ascension Dragon Court.I found a remote base of the Ultiori that had been holding Zahraxis captive in the wilderness of Siberia.He was unfortunately left behind even after their destruction—lost, forgotten.When I opened the doors, he escaped.I've been chasing him ever since.I finally caught up to him here."

My eyes widen as I take in this information.The Ultiori were the dragons' enemy, vanquished only a few years ago.The thought of one of them being held captive for centuries, then forgotten, sends a shiver down my spine.

"He needs more energy to regain his strength, and more importantly, his sanity," Finn continues."Energy he could absorb easily, if you're willing to help."His gaze tracks down my body once again, the light flickering behind his pupils betraying his peek at my aura.There's no way to hide how aroused I am, even if my inner thighs weren't sticky with wetness."You are primed already, but I can help you build up more energy before giving it to him.If you are willing."

Chapter4

Zahraxis

Submission burns in my blood, foreign and unsettling.In three thousand years, no dragon has ever forced me to yield.I was a king among my kind, dominant in all things.Yet the Red one's bite lingers at my neck, a mark of ownership that should enrage me, but instead anchors my scattered thoughts.

Sanity seeps back through that unwanted bond, bringing with it memories of what I once was.Of language and civilization, of protocols and power.Even my own name emerges from the feral haze.

Zahraxis.The clarity is...not unwelcome, though my pride rebels at how it was achieved.More disturbing still is the lingering heat his dominance awakened, a pleasure I cannot deny, despite my shame.

But such thoughts scatter like smoke when I senseher.My beast claws at the surface of my skin, demanding release.The girl—mytreasure—watches me with those knowing eyes while the Red one whispers in her ear.Understanding filters through the tenuous connection forged by his submission bite, letting me grasp his words even as my own tongue refuses to shape this modern speech.

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