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Published August 6, 2026
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒛𝒛𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔; 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉, 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒛𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆.
𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆, 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒓, 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒕. 𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔, 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒕, 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅.
𝑰𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆—𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.
It didn’t just want Clove—it was starved for him.
“Do you see now?” the dragon asked in a voice thick with arousal, yet somehow edged with tenderness. Coaxing. “See how you want it? How you can’t help but beg for it, beg for me?”
“Everything for you,” the dragon promised. “Everything.”
“Everything for you,” the dragon promised. “Everything.” Its voice was full of lust. Obsession.
As the dragon groaned and dipped its head while that pleasure took hold, Clove was filled with a strange sense of pride. He was the one making the dragon feel this way. Him. His virgin body.
Clove had never felt so loved in his life.