DILF Lover Extraordinaire

Longan Dragon Cookie

17. “You said that you love me, and that you always will.”

The dragon towered over you while your shaking frame lay on the floating platform. Waterfalls behind the throne echoed crashing water in the otherwise silent halls. You were petrified; taken by such a powerful being. It was unknown to you as to why they had decided that you simply needed to be specifically taken.

With a shaky breath, you dared to finally meet the eyes of the dragon. They observed your body intensely. Something of a grimace crossed their otherwise stoic expression. You tensed. Was this when you were turned to stone? Your eyes closed in the anxiety of what was to come.

Yet, it never did. Instead, a low voice rumbled, much like the waterfalls.

“… What are you doing?”

The question caught you unawares. What were you doing? You ran through a list of possible answers. You were afraid; you had no idea what you were supposed to be doing. They stood up from their throne, floating seamlessly down to you. Their unwavering gaze remained locked onto you.

“My mate,” they grasped your chin and forced your attention onto them, “What is this pitiful form you have taken?” You blinked. Longan remained firm in their attention. When you failed to answer again, they leaned down into your face. “Have you forgotten?” They seemed curious, “… I see.” You were lifted to your feet by them, supporting your weight. Shaking your head, you mumbled, they must be mistaken.

Suddenly, you were pulled flush to their body— the scent of sweet fruit stinging your nose. “Mistaken?” the voice was even deeper, “No. I'm not.” You shivered as the cold of their body seeped into your warm flesh. “You promised to be mine eternal,” the words were plain and harsh, “That you would love me and always would for eternity.”

They lifted you to sit in their lap atop their throne. The pouring water abound, beating nearly in time with your heart. Their eyes closed. You were clutched to them with no room to struggle.

“Rest. You will recall in time.”

There was no other option but whatever the dragon demanded.

Ananas Dragon Cookie

104. “Your scent makes me go mad. Waking in the midnight, I drink up the madness of love.”

With their precious pride as chief among their behaviours, it was shocking with how stricken they were with a pitiful mortal. Something so fleeting and foolish, yet utterly precious and adorable. A shipwrecked mortal lying precariously upon their beach. Ananas hardly thought of it at first, but they kept drawing their attention. It grew harder and harder to not focus on them.

They easily grew closer to the Mango Tribe, helping the islanders in thanks for saving their life. Ananas watched far too intensely. Their smile, their joy, the way they enjoyed the fruits that sprung up the ground they nourished. It was a legend among dragons that one would just know when meeting their mate, but it was hardly a thing on Ananas's mind before seeing them.

Countless nights were spent tossing and turning in their nest, clutching an article of clothing they had taken from you. The scent was comforting yet almost drew them more into madness. They desired to entirely have you, and that was easier when they finally accepted their feelings. You were an offering, something to be an honour. Ananas gazed at you, bringing your form closer to their own. Their hardened scales pressed against your more fragile flesh. Your scent… Directly from your being. Their mate… The one they would love most.

“I have been waiting for so long to meet you,” their voice was quiet, lacking its usual authority and poise, “My mate…” Their eyes closed as their teeth found themselves biting upon your nape. The taste of your essence spreading onto their tongue.

Pitaya Dragon Cookie

70. “And in the high, there I am. Tasting a dripping, bloody love.”

Fire ravaged many places around the valley— Not of the active volcanic craters or activities of the Mala Tribe. No, it was the Legendary Red Dragon themself. A group of thieves dared encroach on their territory and, worst of all, hurt their mate. It was hot rage that burned through them. Their true form easily devoured the pests and left their nest safe and unbothered.

The fires surrounding them slowly smouldered into ash, and they felt the primal thrill of battle settling down in their core. Their gaze drifted to you, curled up on the floor and staring at them. Blood covered your cheek. Pitaya felt disgusted. Such scum should not touch you, even as they were. Kneeling down, they leaned in and drew their tongue up across your flesh. A shiver ran through them. Your scent was intoxicating when mixed with the taste of blood.

A clawed hand came to grasp your cheek as their lips found your own for an impassioned dance. You were simply so wonderful. A new high rushed through them. One that only spawned in a dragon due to their mate. All that existed for them was you. Their other arm wrapped around you to lift you into the air. It was time to return to their nest. Pitaya needed to be alone with you.