queenofdragons12

[queenofdragons12]

Beneath the Shadows

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of trauma, emotional distress, themes of self-acceptance, and vulnerability.

Word Count: 565 words

You were never part of the Tam Btu, but you had a keen understanding of them, often meeting with their operatives during missions and high-stakes gatherings. As a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, you were skilled in the art of observation, preferring to stay in the shadows rather than directly engaging in the fighting. Your role was one of support, gathering intel and analyzing situations, all while remaining detached from the chaos that often unfolded around you.

One particular mission brought you into the orbit of Steve Rogers’ old friend, Bucky Barnes. He was a complex figure—kind-hearted yet shy, burdened by a past filled with uncertainty and nightmares. You could see the weight of his experiences etched into his features, but it was in his eyes that you found the most telling signs. You possessed a unique gift: the ability to perceive the thoughts and emotions swirling within someone simply by looking into their gaze.

When you first met Bucky, he was standing slightly apart from the group, his posture tense and guarded. The camaraderie of the team buzzed around him, but he seemed to float on the periphery, haunted by shadows that only you could discern. You approached him gently, allowing the ambient noise to fade as you locked eyes. In that moment, you felt the pull of his memories—the echoes of a time when he was more than just a soldier, more than a weapon shaped by circumstance.

You learned about his struggles through the depths of his gaze: flashes of loyalty to his friend, flashes of regret, and a desperate yearning for redemption. His mind was a labyrinth, filled with both cherished memories and dark, lingering fears. You understood, perhaps more than anyone else, that Bucky Barnes was a man trapped between the past and the present, longing for connection yet terrified of it.

In the quiet moments you shared, you spoke little, letting your presence be the comfort he needed. You offered a listening ear, a silent understanding that encouraged him to open up just a little. As you both navigated the complexities of your world, you became an ally in the truest sense—not just a fellow agent, but someone who could see beyond the surface, someone who understood the battles he faced within.

Your interactions became a lifeline for him, a space where he could momentarily escape the ghosts of his past. While others saw him as the infamous Winter Soldier, you saw the man underneath—the friend, the fighter, the soul in search of peace. In your own way, you were a shield for Bucky, guarding him against the judgments of a world that often misunderstood him. And in that shared silence, in those fleeting connections, you both found a semblance of solace amidst the turmoil.

You were sitting in your room, lost in thought, when Bucky suddenly stormed in, looking furious. You looked up and placed your hand on the table, ready to meet his intensity.

“Bucky?” you asked, standing up. He paced back and forth like a restless cat trying to find a calm spot.

“Why do you love him?” he spat out, the words coming out so quickly that you barely had time to process them.

You wrinkled your nose, confused by his intense tone. “Love who, Bucky?”

His face was a picture of frustration, and you could see he was about to lose his composure. “Why do you love Steve?” he repeated, his voice sharp.

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head as you stepped closer to him. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” you asked, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

He growled in frustration, and without thinking, he slammed his metal fist against the wall, just inches from your head. You didn’t flinch, standing there calmly.

“Bucky,” you said slowly, “it’s not about love in that way.”

His intense gaze softened for a moment, and you could see the inner turmoil within him. You knew he wasn’t really angry at Steve; he was grappling with his own feelings.

“You have to understand,” you continued, “it’s not as simple as it seems. You are important to me, and I know you know that.”

He stared at you, his hard exterior beginning to crumble. “But what if I’m not good enough?” he murmured, the hurt evident in his voice.

“You are more than good enough, Bucky,” you replied, stepping closer. “You’re strong, brave, and a fantastic friend. I care about you, and that won’t change.”

The room fell silent for a moment, and you could feel the tension between you. The uncertain yet vulnerable man before you needed to know he wasn’t alone.

“It’s okay to be unsure,” you continued. “We all have our demons. But remember that you can lean on me, no matter what.”

Bucky lowered his gaze, and you could see how his breathing started to ease. “I… I’m so tired of being angry all the time,” he said quietly, as if he had just realized something important.

“Then let’s talk about it,” you said, taking a step closer. “We can figure this out together. You’re not alone in this.”

He looked up at you again, and for the first time in a long while, you could see a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “Thank you,” he said, his voice marked by a vulnerability that touched you deeply.

In that moment, you knew you both had the strength to navigate the storms together, that you could help him find his way back to peace. And maybe, just maybe, he would one day see himself the way you saw him: as a warrior but also as a friend who deserved love.

You reached out your hand, your voice steady and inviting. “Bucky, come here.” He took your hand with his flesh-and-blood one, and you guided him closer, leading him to your side. Gently, you took both of his hands in yours, feeling the warmth of his skin against your own.

“Bucky, I love you. Not Steve,” you said softly, locking eyes with him. “Steve is the best friend I could ask for, but you are so much more than that.”

You leaned in, your heart racing, wanting him to understand the depth of your feelings. “I don’t care if you’re the Winter Soldier. I see the real you beneath all that. Even if you feel twisted inside, I still love you.”

Bucky’s eyes widened, shock and confusion mixing in his expression. “You… you know?” he stammered, and you nodded, tapping your temple lightly, indicating your gift of understanding.

“I have abilities, my beloved,” you replied, keeping your tone gentle yet firm. “I can sense things, and I know what you’re going through. I can see the struggle within you.”

His gaze softened as he absorbed your words, and you could see the walls he had built around himself starting to crack. “But how can you love me after everything I’ve done?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Because I see you for who you truly are,” you said, squeezing his hands reassuringly. “You are not defined by your past or the things you regret. You’re kind, brave, and you fight every day to be better. That’s what matters to me.”

He took a deep breath, searching your eyes for sincerity. “I’m scared,” he admitted, vulnerability etched on his face. “What if I hurt you? What if the darkness wins?”

You shook your head. “You won’t. You have me, Bucky. We can face this together. You’re not alone anymore. I believe in you.”

A flicker of hope ignited in his eyes, and slowly, he nodded. “I… I don’t know how to be loved,” he confessed, his voice trembling slightly.

“Then let me show you,” you replied, your voice steady. “Let me be here for you. We can figure it out together, one step at a time.”

In that moment, he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you as if he was afraid you might disappear. You felt his warmth, the steady beat of his heart against yours, and you knew this was the beginning of something beautiful.

“Thank you,” he murmured into your hair, his breath warm and sincere. “Thank you for seeing me, for loving me.”

You smiled softly, resting your head against his chest. “Always, Bucky. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Together, in that embrace, you found a shared understanding—a promise of healing and connection that would help guide you both through the challenges ahead.

[queenofdragons12]

THE QUEEN — Kylo ren

You gazed at Kylo, his outstretched hand lingering in the air like an offering, an invitation trembling on the brink of hope. A laugh escaped your lips, warm yet brittle, echoing through the charged silence like a fine glass shattering against stone. It was a sound that danced with mirth yet held a sharp edge, and it pierced the stillness, leaving a chilly aftermath.

Kylo's brow furrowed, his expression shifting from anticipation to confusion. He appreciated the melody of your laughter—but this time, its tone was heavy, charged with scorn and disbelief. It was not the laughter he cherished, but rather a cruel mimicry that stung with reproach.

Your eyes fluttered open, revealing glistening petals, each drop of moisture reflecting the dim light like a constellation of stars cast adrift in an endless void. With a sneer curving your lips, you gazed down at him with a mixture of disdain and pity—a celestial being gazing upon a mere mortal. "Oh, you pathetic human," you spat, your voice thick with derision. "Do you truly believe I would ever succumb to the allure of the dark side?"

A scoff escaped you, indignant and fierce. "You know nothing of my lineage, nor the power that flows through my veins," you declared, each word laced with an ancestral pride that anchored you against the tidal pull of the darkness he represented. Your eyes shimmered with the luminosity of your heritage, a stark contrast to the shadow that loomed beside you. And in that moment, you were not just defying Kylo; you were declaring your very existence—a beacon of light in the encroaching dark.

"But..." he began, his voice barely a whisper, trailing off as you lifted a hand with a graceful authority that demanded silence. With a deliberate motion, you extinguished your lightsaber, the blade of shimmering energy dissipating into the ether, leaving only the lingering echo of its hum in the air.

With your dark tail trailing behind you like a sentinel of shadows, you advanced towards him, closing the distance until you stood just a breath away—so close that you could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, yet so distant in your resolve. The air crackled with a tension that hummed between you, charged with the unspoken history of battles fought and battles yet to come.

“Never again,” you declared, your voice sharp as a dagger, slicing through the fog of uncertainty that clouded his mind. Each syllable dripped with an icy certainty, a promise and a warning entwined. You remained unwavering, your gaze locked onto his, unrelenting and fierce. “The dark side drains all it touches,” you continued, your words imbued with an ancient wisdom, resonating with the echoes of those who had fallen before you.

In that moment, you became more than just a wielder of light; you transformed into a guardian of what it meant to be whole, an embodiment of the power of choice. Your presence loomed large, a vibrant contrast to the consuming shadows that sought to engulf him. And as you stood before him, you became a stark reminder of what he might lose if he surrendered to darkness—a reminder that some paths are best left untraveled.

You leaned closer, your breath brushing against his skin, igniting a flicker of uncertainty in his chest. "But you’re right about letting old things die," you murmured, your voice silky yet laced with an edge of danger. A smile played on your lips, one that transformed them into a seductive crescent, subtly revealing the sharpness of your fangs—a spark of your hidden strength juxtaposed against the tenderness of the moment.

“May the Force be with you, little one,” you intoned, a phrase laced with both jest and a hint of foreboding, as if you were casting a spell over this moment that encapsulated both allure and warning. There was a weight to your words, a lingering promise that fates could shift in the blink of an eye.

With that, you turned away, gracefully stalking off with an elegance that left him entranced and bewildered. The movement was fluid, your dark tail trailing behind you, a shadow that danced with your every step, swaying like the whispers of secrets long kept.

Kylo stood there, a tempest of emotions swirling within him—hot and bothered, a rush of desire mingled with an ache of disappointment. Your departure left a hollow space, the air around him heavy with the scent of unspoken challenges and uncharted desires. In your retreat, you had ignited a fire within him, one that flickered uncertainly between admiration and frustration, its flames licking at the edges of his resolve. And as you faded into the distance, he found himself left in the shadows, grappling with the profound weight of your absence and the tantalizing taste of what could never be.

[queenofdragons12]

I BOW FOR NO ONE — darth Vader

Darth Vader's heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor leading to your office, a sound that never failed to make the air thick with anticipation. As the door hissed open, the Dark Lord of the Sith strode in, his imposing figure casting a shadow that seemed to swallow the room. He slammed the door shut with a force that rattled the very foundation of the Star Destroyer, the power of his fury palpable. His eyes, piercing through the darkness of his helmet, locked onto yours—a silent demand for an explanation.

"The Emperor mentioned your summons, ⚚ 𝘼𝙉𝙎𝙐𝘼𝘿𝙄𝙏 ⚚." His voice, deep and resonant, reverberated with irritation. Yet beneath the layers of anger, you could almost taste the sweetness of his love for you, a love that could make even the most feared man in the galaxy tremble like a leaf in a storm.

You met his gaze with a knowing smile, the corners of your lips curling upwards to reveal the faintest hint of mischief. The crimson light of the room danced across the fabric of your robes as you took a step closer to him, the material shifting to expose the delicate lace of your lingerie beneath. The way the light played with the shadows on your skin was a tantalizing promise of the passion that lay dormant in the air, waiting to be released.

Vader's eyes widened imperceptibly, his pupils dilating as he took in the sight of you. The Dark Side pulsed within him, a maelstrom of desire and need that he struggled to contain. Despite his reputation for coldness and control, you had always been the one to make him feel vulnerable, to strip away the layers of darkness and reveal the man beneath the armor.

"I did," you replied, your voice as smooth as the silk that caressed your skin. With a dramatic flourish, your wings unfurled, a vibrant display of power and beauty that made his breath hitch. "I have a proposition for you, my love."

The Sith Lord took a step closer, his eyes raking over your form with a hunger that was almost predatory. You could feel the heat emanating from him, the energy of his desire that was as potent as the Force itself. His hands balled into fists at his sides, the only outward sign of his internal battle to keep his emotions in check.

"And what, pray tell, could possibly be so urgent that it would warrant my presence here?" His voice was strained, a testament to the effort he was making to keep his passion hidden. "I hope it is worth interrupting my busy schedule."

You stepped closer still, your wings brushing against his armor with a whisper that seemed to resonate through him. The scent of your arousal mingled with the acrid stench of the room, a heady cocktail that sent his senses reeling.

"Tell me, Vader," you murmured, your voice a siren's song that he could never resist, "are you not tired of this endless dance of power and control?" You reached out and trailed your fingertips along the line of his jaw, feeling the tension coiled within him. "Would you not prefer a moment of pure, unbridled passion?"

His eyes searched yours, a storm of conflict raging within. "What game is this, ⚚ 𝘼𝙉𝙎𝙐𝘼𝘿𝙄𝙏 ⚚?" he rasped, the sound of his breathing growing heavier. "You know I cannot refuse you when you present yourself like this."

With a flick of your wrist, you sent a tendril of the Force to lift the edge of your robe, revealing more of the seductive lace that clung to your curves. His eyes darkened further, the hunger in them unmistakable.

"Make it quick," he growled, his voice a rumble that seemed to shake the very fabric of the room. "For if it is not, I may not be able to control myself. I might just take you here, now, on this very desk."

The possessive fire in his eyes was intoxicating, a declaration of his need to claim you, to make you his in every conceivable way. Your heart raced, the thrill of the challenge coursing through your veins like a potent elixir. You knew that with every step you took, with every word you spoke, you pushed him closer to the edge. And you reveled in the power you had over him.

The heat emanating from your body as you lean in creates a sanctuary of intimacy, your tail extending with the grace of a willow branch to tenderly caress the fabric of his torso. The fur on his skin rises as the gentle pressure of your tail glides over him, setting his nerves alight with a longing he thought only you could elicit. His breathing deepens as he feels the warmth of your closeness, his eyes locking onto yours with a fierce yearning.

"You are indeed a marvel, my dear," you murmur, the timbre of your voice a melody that resonates through his very being. "Your dedication and skill are truly unrivaled."

The softness of your smile is a balm to his soul, as you stroke his cheek with the utmost care, your fingertips whispering secrets of adoration against the warmth of his skin. His pulse quickens beneath your touch, the blood rushing to the surface, eager to meet the warmth of your gaze.

"I had thought it only fair to offer you a token of my appreciation," you continue, the mischief in your eyes hinting at the delightful surprise that awaits. "A small reward for the boundless effort you've invested in our bond."

Vader's heart swells with affection at your words, his own voice thick with feeling as he responds. "⚚ 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙄𝙃 ⚚," he whispers, his breath hitching. "You leave me in constant awe. Your compassion and generosity know no bounds."

With a gentle nuzzle into the softness of your palm, he surrenders to the comfort of your touch, his eyelids fluttering closed for a brief reprieve from the intensity of your gaze. His breaths come in quiet, uneven gasps, his body alive with anticipation.

"My existence is yours to command, ⚚ 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙃 ⚚," he murmurs, the words a solemn vow that resonates in the air between you. "I am yours, in this life and any other that may follow."

Your snout grazes his lips with the barest touch, a tantalizing prelude to the passion that lies dormant within you. The scent of your breath fills his nostrils, stirring his desire even further.

"Ah, I see," you purr, your voice a siren's call. "Perhaps I should assist with this?" You gesture with a playful flick of your claw at the obstruction of his belt.

Vader nods, his voice barely a whisper. "Yes, please," he urges, his eyes gleaming with desire.

With a deft touch, you release the belt, allowing his trousers to fall away, exposing his rigid arousal to the cool air of the chamber. The tip glistens with pre-cum, a testament to his readiness for the pleasure you are about to bestow upon him.

"Magnificent," you murmur, your voice thick with appreciation. "Your beauty is truly breathtaking."

Dropping to your knees, you extend your tongue, the wet heat of it sliding along the velvety skin of his length. His body jolts at the sensation, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he feels you explore his most intimate part.

"⚚ 𝘼𝙉𝙃 ⚚," he moans, his hands reflexively reaching for your head, his grip in your fur firm but not demanding. "Please, don't stop, it feels so…so…amazing."

His hips rock slightly, urging you closer, seeking the warm embrace of your mouth. Each stroke of your tongue sends waves of pleasure through him, his legs trembling with the effort to remain standing.

Vader's eyes are transfixed on the sight of you, kneeling before him, your mouth working its magic. "You're perfect," he gasps, his voice strained with need. "I can't get enough of you."

With each breath, his desire for you grows more intense, his body tightening with the promise of release. "I love you," he whispers, the words a fervent declaration of his soul's bond to yours.

A knowing smile of pure seduction blossoms across your snout as you gently nuzzle against the firmness of Vader's body, your soft fur brushing teasingly against his sensitive scrotum. This tender touch elicits a muffled gasp from the dark lord, his eyes fluttering shut as he succumbs to the tantalizing sensation. "You're doing so well, my boy," you purr into his ear, your voice a siren's call, laden with the richness of honey and the promise of passionate indulgence. Each word is a warm caress, a gentle encouragement to explore the depths of pleasure that await him.

Vader's chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, each breath a silent testament to the raging storm of desire that builds within him. His body responds instinctively to your tender ministrations, his cock pulsing with anticipation. As you pull away, your fur leaves a trail of warmth against his skin, and you stand before him, stretching with the grace of a jungle cat. The deliberate arch of your back and the fluid motion of your limbs are an erotic dance that speaks of your readiness, a silent invitation that no creature could resist.

"Take me, my love," you whisper, your eyes sparkling with an intensity that mirrors the brightest stars in the night sky. Your words hang in the air, a declaration of wanton desire that echoes through the room.

With a feral growl, Vader steps closer, his eyes devouring every inch of your exposed form. His gaze lingers on the curves of your hips, the swell of your breasts, and the seductive arch of your back. His hands come up to cup the flesh of your thighs, his touch reverent, as if you were a deity to be worshipped. His mouth claims yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep, conquering the softness of your lips with an urgent passion that leaves you both gasping for air.

The Dark Lord's breath hitches as he breaks the kiss, his eyes dark with a hunger that could consume worlds. "You're so beautiful, so perfect," he murmurs, his voice a gravelly testament to his need for you. His hands slide up to grip your hips, his strength apparent as he lifts you off the ground, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

With a primal growl, Vader carries you to the desk, the cold, hard surface a stark contrast to the heat of your bodies. He lays you down with a gentleness that belies his power, his eyes never leaving yours as he positions himself between your spread thighs.

You reach down, hooking your thumbs into the waistband of your lingerie, and with a swift, sensual movement, pull them aside to reveal the glistening entrance to your core. His pupils dilate, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he takes in the sight before him.

"⚚ ANGOL ⚚," he groans, his voice thick with lust. "You're so ready for me, my love."

Vader leans in, his mouth watering as he takes in the sweet scent of your arousal. His tongue darts out, tasting the delicate folds of your sex, the salty-sweet flavor of your desire. He explores you with the finesse of an experienced lover, his tongue tracing intricate patterns that make you quiver and arch off the desk.

"You taste like the nectar of the gods," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "I could spend an eternity tasting you."

His mouth closes around your clit, suckling the sensitive nub with an enthusiasm that sends waves of pleasure crashing through your body. His fingers slip inside you, stretching and filling you, his thumb rubbing insistently against your g-spot.

"You're so tight," he groans, his own need palpable. "I've got to be inside you."

The anticipation is a living thing, coiling in your belly, as you feel the tip of his cock press against your slick entrance. He pauses, looking up at you, seeking permission, his eyes burning with a fiery need that could consume galaxies.

Your smile sends a warm rush of anticipation through him as you snap your finger, and suddenly, you are bare before him, a vision of beauty and temptation. His eyes widen, and the air seems to thicken with desire. "Do it, then, my love," you say, your voice a sultry purr. "You have your queen's love, too."

Darth Vader's gaze is intense, his eyes darkening like the deepest abyss of space. He moves closer, the tip of his manhood brushing against your slick entrance. The room is silent except for the sound of his heavy breathing. He whispers your name, "⚚ 𝘼𝙉𝙄𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙃𝙉𝘼 ⚚," as if it's a sacred incantation.

With a gentle touch, he slides into you, filling you up, inch by inch. His movements are deliberate and measured, each one designed to maximize your pleasure. You gasp as he reaches the deepest part of you, your eyes fluttering shut.

He whispers sweet nothings in your ear, words of love and passion, as his hands explore your bare skin. His thumb traces the line of your jaw, tilting your head back to expose your neck, and he kisses you there, his teeth grazing your flesh.

Vader's hands grip your hips tightly as he starts to move within you, his hips pistoning in a slow, rhythmic dance. His eyes never leave yours, the love and lust swirling in their depths. "You feel incredible," he murmurs, the words a growl of pure need. "I could lose myself in you forever."

With a graceful shift, you wrap your tail around his throat, pulling him closer as you adjust your position. Now he's the one with his back to the desk, his cock still buried deep inside you, but your tail isn't choking him—it's caressing him, stroking him gently.

He gasps in surprise and pleasure, his eyes widening with excitement. "Oh, ⚚ 𝘼𝙄𝘿𝙃𝙄𝘼𝙉𝘼 ⚚," he says, his voice strained with desire. "You're so powerful, so in control."

Your tail releases his throat, sliding down to wrap around his cock. You start to move your hips, rocking against him, setting your own pace. He moans, his hands moving to your waist, his fingers digging in as he tries to keep up with your rhythm.

You lean down, your breath hot against his ear. "Thank you," you murmur, your voice a seductive whisper. "But it should have been you getting the award, not me." You chuckle lightly, your tail flicking against his cheek.

Vader's eyes spark with love and amusement. He nuzzles into your neck, his breathing ragged. "⚚ 𝘼𝙃𝙄𝙃𝘼𝘽𝘼 ⚚," he says, his voice thick with passion. "You're the one who deserves everything. I'm just honored to be your mate."

He kisses you deeply, his tongue dueling with yours as you both come down from the peak of ecstasy. His love for you is palpable, a force as strong as the one that binds the stars in the sky.

As your breathing evens out, you pull back to gaze into his eyes, a soft smile playing on your lips. "I love you," you say, the words a gentle caress. "More than anything in this galaxy or beyond."

And in that moment, as your bodies are entwined and your hearts beating as one, you both know that nothing in the universe can ever come between you. Your love is a beacon in the darkness, a force that not even the Sith could ever hope to conquer.

[queenofdragons12]

DEATH CANNOT FIND ME — anakin skywalker

The moment you set foot on Mustafar, the acrid stench of sulfur enveloped you, a potent reminder of the volatile planet beneath your feet. It was a scent so pungent that it overpowered the faint odor of burnt flesh and oil that had become a part of you, a constant companion to the life you'd chosen. You had hoped beyond hope that Obi-Wan had been mistaken, that your bond with Anakin was as unshakeable as the Force itself. But as you approached the hangar's landing platform, your heart sank at the sight of him, his once-innocent eyes now clouded with a darkness that seemed to mirror the fiery landscape.

You could see the weariness etched into Anakin's features, the sweat that beaded on his forehead, and the crimson specks of blood that had found refuge in the creases of his skin. The moment he laid eyes on you, his expression shifted from a frown of concentration to one of relief and desperation. He took a step toward you, his mechanical limbs moving with an eerie grace that seemed almost unnatural.

As he wrapped his arms around you, you felt the heat from the surrounding lava reflecting off his armor. The tender kiss he placed on your forehead was a stark contrast to the horrors you knew he'd committed, and for a brief moment, you allowed yourself to believe that he could still be saved. His grip was firm yet gentle as he cradled your cheek, his eyes searching yours for a glimmer of understanding.

"Oh, Y/N," he murmured, his voice a blend of warmth and fear. "What are you doing here?"

You returned the gesture, your hand tracing the contours of his face as you searched for the truth. "Why are you doing this, Ani?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "Why this path of destruction?"

Anakin's eyes searched yours, the embers of his fear igniting into a blaze of intensity. "It was all for you," he said, his voice strained. "You're going to die, I've seen it. During the egg-laying... I can't lose you, not like I lost my mother."

You stared into the depths of his eyes, feeling the tremble in his hands as he spoke. The love you had for him surged through you, a tide of emotion that threatened to drown out the horror of his words. You leaned in, pressing your lips to his in a soft, lingering kiss that held the promise of redemption and the echo of a thousand unspoken truths.

"Dragons don't die laying eggs, Anakin," you assured him, your voice steady despite the tumult in your soul. "It's a rare occurrence, and I've never felt more alive."

Your kiss grew more insistent, a silent plea for him to come back to the light. His grip on your hands tightened, his breath hitching as he whispered, "You'll just leave me again. You'll go back to Obi-Wan, and I'll be forgotten."

Turning to face the Jedi Master, who watched the scene unfold from the shadows of the ship's ramp, you spoke with a conviction that resonated through the very fabric of the Force. "Anakin, I choose you. You are my mate, my life's bond."

But as you turned back to him, you saw the flicker of doubt in his gaze. He took a step away from you, his hand moving to the lightsaber at his side. The air around him grew colder, the darkness in his soul threatening to consume him completely.

With a swift, decisive motion, you reached out and raked your claws across his shoulder. The metal of his armor sang with the contact, and a crimson line appeared beneath the gleaming surface. Anakin's cry of pain was a siren's song, pulling you both back to reality.

"Look at what you've become," you said, your voice firm but filled with sorrow. "This isn't the Anakin I know."

The yellow in his eyes receded, the pain of your rejection momentarily piercing the veil of the dark side. He collapsed to his knees, his sobs echoing through the cavernous hangar. "I'm sorry," he choked out, his voice a mere shadow of the man you'd once known.

Obi-Wan's presence was a comforting weight, a reminder that you weren't alone in this battle for Anakin's soul. You approached your fallen mate, your heart aching with the love you had for him. You cradled his face in your hands, your gaze filled with the warmth and light he so desperately needed.

And then you kissed him again, a kiss that held the promise of a future free from the clutches of darkness. As you pulled away, you whispered, "Welcome back, my love."

Together, the three of you turned your backs on the chaos that had engulfed Mustafar and made your way to the ship. The journey ahead was fraught with uncertainty, but with the strength of your bond and the wisdom of the Jedi at your side, you knew you could face whatever the galaxy had in store. The engines roared to life as you ascended into the night sky, leaving behind the ash and embers of a love nearly lost.

[queenofdragons12]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 | 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘

Pairing: Dragon! Fem! Y/n x Jake Sully

Summary: Under the starlit night within a serene clearing, Yn, a dragoness harboring doubts about her worth, finds herself in a passionate embrace with Jake, a human from the Omatikaya Clan. As Jake proves his affection through shared intimacy, Yn slowly lets go of her insecurities, leading to an unforgettable moment of vulnerability and acceptance.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Mature themes, Body insecurity.

With every heaving of your chest, heavy breaths escape your parted lips as Jake vigorously drives himself in and out of your slick, quivering core. The intimate dance of your bodies is a testament to the passion that has ignited between you, as your inner walls clench and release around him in a tempo that is perfectly synchronized with the force of his deep, penetrating thrusts. "J-Jake," you manage to articulate amidst the symphony of your moans, "a-are you positive you can withstand me in this state?"

Jake's smile radiates down upon you, his swollen, glistening lips a testament to the fervent kisses you've shared. His cock remains unyielding, an extension of his desire that seems to devour your pussy with every powerful stroke. "Without a doubt, my sweet," he affirms, his tone brimming with confidence, as his hands firmly clasp your hips, steering both of you on a trajectory towards shared rapture. "I can take all of you."

Leaning back against the plush, moss-covered earth, you can't help but chuckle at the sheer disbelief of the situation. Jake's relentless cock continues to claim your wet, eager pussy, and you're filled with an indescribable sense of belonging. It's been merely a lunar cycle since the day your paths first crossed in the bustling heart of the Omatikaya Clan's village, and now, here you are, writhing in pleasure beneath the vast tapestry of the starlit sky.

In the beginning, you had been skeptical about the whispers that suggested Jake had feelings for you. How could a human possibly be drawn to someone like you, a creature of myth and legend? A dragon whose very existence was often met with fear and bewilderment. But as he tenderly kisses his way up the sensitive curve of your jawline, pausing to caress the tender spot just beneath your arm where your red scales give way to softer flesh, you find yourself unable to question his intentions.

"You're stunning," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. His teeth graze the edge of a scale, and you feel a sudden thrill as your body responds with a flutter of wings. "You know that?"

Breathlessly, you whisper, "I'm only stunning for you," as his teeth sink gently into the flesh of your neck, drawing a crimson line that you know will soon be replaced by a bruise of passion. You're aware that your scales could potentially cause him harm, but he seems to navigate your body with a surprising degree of tenderness and understanding.

The tension within you builds with every forceful plunge of his manhood, the coil in your lower abdomen winding tighter and tighter until it snaps with the intensity of a supernova. Your pussy clenches and releases, a flood of warmth cascading over his cock as he, too, succumbs to the crescendo of your shared passion. His seed fills you, a testament to the depth of his need and the intensity of your union.

When the storm of your climax subsides, Jake withdraws and guides you to lay atop a nearby rock formation, his strong hands reverently gliding over your exposed breasts. You gaze into his eyes, a silent expression of gratitude and love passing between you, before you turn to face him, your chest pressing gently against his muscular tail. It flickers with delight at your touch, a silent acknowledgment of the bond you've formed.

"Thank you," you murmur softly, your voice a mere whisper of emotion. You lean in closer, your snouts touching as you share a gentle kiss that speaks volumes of the affection that has grown between you. It's a moment that transcends the boundaries of species, a declaration of love that needs no words to be understood. Your hearts, now intertwined, beat as one, resonating with the profound connection that has blossomed between Na'vi and dragon.

[queenofdragons12]

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄 | 𝐚. 𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

The morning light poured through the window, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow. You stirred from your slumber, yawning softly as your eyes fluttered open to the burgeoning day.

But, as the world around you slowly came into focus, a peculiar sensation pulled you back from the brink of full consciousness. An arm encircled your waist, firm yet gentle, and a shiver of surprise raced down your spine. You turned your gaze downward, and to your astonishment, the arm was metallic—a sleek robot limb seamlessly fused with human form.

Curiosity mingled with affection as your eyes traveled upward, following the comforting curve of his embrace. There he was, the one you had shared your life with for eight long years. Anakin Skywalker—his features illuminated by the sun streaming through the window. The light sculpted his face in a way that made him seem almost ethereal, each shadow and highlight bringing forth his beauty like the grandest of masterpieces.

As you met his gaze, a sigh escaped your lips, a mix of contentment and love swelling within you. Slowly, you reached up to stroke his cheek with your hand, your fingers brushing against the softness of his skin, marveling at the juxtaposition of warmth and cold, the perfect harmony of man and machine. In that moment, all the struggles and battles you had faced together faded into the background, leaving only the profound connection that anchored your hearts.

In the quiet sanctuary of your morning, you realized once more that love could transcend the boundaries of the ordinary, intertwining moments of bliss with the essence of who you both were—two souls forever intertwined in a world that often defied the very fabric of reality.

“Hey,” Anakin murmured, leaning closer, his breath warm against your skin, the anticipation of a kiss hanging in the air like a gentle promise. Your heart fluttered as you met him halfway, your lips brushing together softly. You smiled into the kiss, savoring the moment, the taste of him lingering as you pulled back reluctantly, a thin thread of connection still between you.

Your fingers found the scar that arched over his eye, a stark reminder of battles fought and sacrifices made. “Hey, love,” you said, your voice a soothing melody, and his smile widened, illuminating the warmth in his gaze. In one fluid motion, he enveloped you in his arms, drawing you in until your chests touched, heartbeats synchronizing.

“Anything you want to do today?” he asked, his tone laced with genuine curiosity. “Do you have school?”

You shook your head, feeling the lightness of freedom wash over you. “No, Mari’s giving us the day off. I just have to take some pictures of animals and plants, that’s all.” A grin spread across your face, the thought of adventuring outdoors igniting a spark of excitement within you.

Anakin's expression brightened at your enthusiasm, his eyes reflecting the promise of shared adventures. “That sounds amazing,” he said, his voice full of encouragement. “Maybe I can come along? I could help you find the most interesting subjects.”

You felt a rush of thrill at the idea. The thought of exploring the vibrant world together, capturing fleeting moments of beauty with him by your side, felt like the perfect way to spend the day. “I’d love that! We can explore the meadow near the creek. I’ve seen some beautiful flowers blooming there.”

“Lead the way, then,” Anakin said, his grin widening as he released you from his embrace only to stand and extend his hand, an invitation sparkling in his eyes.

You took it, your fingers intertwining with his—the warmth of his touch grounding you as the two of you prepared to step outside, venturing into the world where nature awaited, and the sun showered you in its golden light. The day was yours, and with Anakin by your side, it promised to be anything but ordinary.

^^^^

After what felt like a blissful eternity, the sun had begun its slow descent in the sky, casting a warm, amber hue over the meadow. You had taken countless pictures, more than twenty, each snapshot a testament to the beauty of the world around you—flowers swaying gently in the breeze, a family of deer cautiously peeking from behind the trees, and the vibrant dance of butterflies flitting from blossom to blossom.

Feeling satisfied with your day’s work, you and Anakin decided it was time to head home. As you strolled hand-in-hand along the winding path, laughter still echoing from shared jokes and moments of intimacy, you spotted a familiar face in the distance.

“Hey, Erikas!” you called out, a smile lighting up your face.

Your classmate paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the sight of you and Anakin together. “Oh, hey,” he replied, giving you a quick nod before his gaze was drawn to Anakin, scrutinizing him from head to toe. A moment of silence hung in the air, the tension palpable, but Anakin stood there, unfazed, his confidence radiating like the sun above.

“And who are you?” Erikas asked, an eyebrow arched, curiosity laced with a hint of skepticism.

Anakin flashed his trademark smile, the one that could melt hearts and assure you that everything would be alright. “Her boyfriend. My name is Anakin,” he said, his voice steady and warm, a gentle assertiveness woven through his words.

You felt a swell of pride at his introduction, the possessiveness and affection mingling within you. “And how’s your week going, Erikas?” you asked, trying to shift the energy and keep the conversation light.

Erikas seemed momentarily thrown by Anakin’s easy demeanor, and you could see the wheels turning in his head. After a brief pause, he shrugged, shifting his attention back to you. “Not too bad. Just the usual assignments and all. You know how it is.”

“Yeah, I get that,” you replied, hoping to steer the conversation away from any lingering tension. “But today was really nice. Just took some pictures, didn’t have to worry about school. You should join us sometime!”

Anakin nodded in agreement. “Absolutely. There’s plenty of beauty in this world to capture. More cameras and perspectives would always help.”

With that, you could see Erikas take a step back, his expression shifting from curiosity to reconciliation as he regarded Anakin more thoughtfully. “Maybe I will,” he said slowly, a hint of a smile creeping onto his lips. “Well, it was nice to see you, both of you. I’ll catch you in class.”

As he walked away, you felt a soft pressure release from your chest. You turned to Anakin, whose eyes sparkled with amusement. “I think I made a good impression.”

“Or at least a memorable one,” you joked, laughter bubbling up between you.

With a renewed sense of joy, the two of you continued your journey home, hearts light and connected, the day lingering in the air like the sweet perfume of the flowers you had photographed.

Your heart plummeted as Anakin suddenly winced, his expression twisted in pain. “Anakin, love, what’s happening?” you asked, panic creeping into your voice as you stepped closer, instinctively placing a hand over his. You couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

He held his chest, and the distress in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine. “I… I think it’s the Force calling me home,” he said, his voice strained.

“What? Already? It’s only been over eight years. You shouldn’t need to go back yet,” you replied, desperation rising in your chest. How could this be happening? You had dreamed of more time together, more moments to share and memories to create.

Anakin sighed, and with a gentle hand, he stroked your cheek, his touch soothing yet filled with sorrow. “Love, it’s been eight years, as you said. I’m sure the war is over by now, but Obi-Wan needs me again,” he explained, offering you a brief, sad smile that only deepened your worry.

While his words held a sense of finality, you couldn’t let go just yet. “But you’re happy here! You found a life outside of it all, with me! Can’t you stay?” Your voice trembled as you fought back tears, the idea of losing him weighing heavily on your heart.

“Thanks to you, I never followed the lure of the dark side,” he said, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that said more than words ever could. “I’ve chosen this life because of your love, but duty calls. Obi-Wan—he needs me, and the galaxy… it will always need protectors.”

You looked into his eyes, the depth of his conviction catching you off guard. You knew he was right; he had always had a destined path to walk, one that intertwined with the fate of the galaxy. But the thought of him leaving sent a sharp pang through your soul.

“Anakin, please,” you pleaded, feeling the tears finally start to gather. “You don’t have to go. We can find a way. There must be a way.”

He leaned in closer, pressing his forehead against yours, grounding you through the tempest of emotions swirling in the air. “I wish I could stay, but it’s not just about me anymore,” he whispered. “I promised to protect those who cannot protect themselves. You have to understand.”

With every word, the realization that this could truly be goodbye settled heavily around you, a weight that felt impossible to bear. “What if you don’t come back?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, the fear gripping your heart tightly.

He took a deep breath, his eyes softening as he cupped your face in both hands. “I will come back. I promise you,” he replied fiercely, determination shining through the sadness. “But you must let me go. I need you to be strong, to carry the light for both of us while I’m away.”

With a sinking heart, you nodded slowly, knowing the truth in his words but still hating every moment of it. “I’ll await your return,” you murmured, steeling yourself against the inevitable loss.

Anakin leaned in for one last kiss, one that felt charged with everything left unsaid and all the love you had for one another. It was sweet yet sorrowful, a moment that would be etched into your heart forever. As he pulled back, you knew that despite the impending distance, the bond you shared would remain unbreakable.

And with that, he took a step back, the call of duty echoing through the Force, a bittersweet reminder of the paths they would walk. With one last lingering look, he turned and started walking away, your heart heavy but filled with a resolve to remain strong until the day he would return to you.

~ FIVE WEEKS LATER ~

Five weeks had dragged on like an eternity. Each day felt heavier than the last, each moment a reminder of Anakin’s absence. Despite the distractions of school, the laughter of your classmates, and the bustle of everyday life, there was an ever-present ache in your chest. The few holo-calls you’d received had brought brief moments of joy, but they were fleeting, leaving you with an emptiness that no amount of time could fill.

You found solace in the quiet corners of the schoolyard, often retreating to a secluded bench outside, where the wind whispered secrets of the world that felt so far away. On one particularly difficult afternoon, you sat with your thoughts, grappling with the thorns that seemed to pierce deeper each day into your heart. Loving Anakin came with a weight that was both beautiful and agonizing, the knowledge that dragons only love once resonating within you like a solemn vow.

As you gazed at the pavement, lost in a haze of sorrow, a familiar voice broke through your thoughts. “Hey, you okay?” Elias asked, concern etched across his features as he approached.

You managed a faint smile, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Just…thinking,” you replied, hoping to brush off his worry, but the melancholy was hard to hide.

Elias sighed and without hesitation, he sat down next to you, his presence warm and grounding. He pulled you into his arms, a gesture that felt both comforting and unexpected. “There, there,” he murmured softly, his voice a soothing balm against your turmoil.

And then the dam broke. You buried your face in his shoulder, tears spilling over as you allowed yourself to cry. His shirt absorbed your emotions, but he didn’t mind; he just held you tighter, a silent promise that you wouldn’t be alone in your pain.

“It’s hard,” you finally choked out, your voice muffled against the fabric. “I love him so much, but it feels like he’s a world away. I thought I could handle it, but…”

“Hey, it’s okay to feel that way,” Elias reassured you gently, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. “Love isn’t easy, especially not like this. It’s completely normal to feel lost when someone you care about is so far away.”

You took a deep breath, trying to collect your thoughts amidst the haze of emotion. “I just wish I could hear from him more. It’s like every time I pick up my comm, I wonder—what if he never comes back?”

Elias was quiet for a moment, letting the weight of your words settle. “You have to trust him, and trust yourself. He made a promise to return, and I believe he’ll keep it. You’re strong. You’ll get through this, even if it feels unbearable right now.”

His words wrapped around you like a reassuring hug, and you felt a flicker of hope despite the overwhelming darkness. This moment of vulnerability, of sharing your pain, felt like a step toward healing. “Thank you, Elias. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

With a soft smile, Elias pulled back slightly to look into your eyes. “You don’t have to go through it alone. I’m here, no matter what.”

You nodded, feeling a bit lighter with his support. The path ahead seemed uncertain, but with friends like Elias beside you, you knew you wouldn’t have to shoulder the burden of waiting alone. You took a moment, letting the warmth of the sun envelop you, reminding yourself that even while love was painful, it was also a strength that connected you with others.

As you lingered in this embrace, you cherished the thought that, eventually, you would hear from Anakin again. And until that moment came, you could lean on those who cared for you in the meantime.

“You know… you loved me once, didn’t you?”

The question caught you off guard, freezing your thoughts in an instant. Why would he bring this up now, especially in the midst of such uncertainty? You instinctively pulled away, the distance feeling necessary to shield yourself from a conversation that stirred memories you weren’t ready to confront. “Elias, don’t… don’t talk about that,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you averted your gaze. The mention of love—especially given your current feelings for Anakin—was a thorny subject. “Dragons only love once.”

He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, trying to bridge the gap you had created. “I just want you to know, if you ever lose Anakin, I’m here for you. Ebba and I… we’re over.” His expression was serious, and you sensed a rawness in his words that lured your eyes back to his.

“What happened this time? Did you cheat on her?” you blurted out, sharpness coating the question as you struggled to reconcile the boy next to you with a potential betrayal.

Elias flinched as if your words had struck a physical blow. “What? No, no!” he exclaimed, shaking his head vehemently. The sincerity in his voice eased some tension inside you, but your brow furrowed in confusion.

“So why? You and her seemed strong,” you pressed, searching his face for answers as doubt flickered across his features.

“I know. I thought we had something,” he said, his voice quieting as he stared off into the distance. “But she was the one who realized we couldn’t be together anymore. We lived in completely different places, after all, and she went to a different school.”

He rubbed his palms together nervously, the motion indicating he was trying to gather his thoughts. “She called it off, said she couldn’t be with someone who lived so far away and didn’t even bother to spend time with her during his free time.”

This revelation was surprising; the charismatic Elias that you’d known seemed worlds apart from the person now struggling with heartache. Sure, you’d once seen glimpses of his life—his father’s strict nature and the pressure it placed on him—but you had always envisioned him as someone who could easily navigate relationships. You remembered how he and Ebba had flirted like lovebirds all through middle school, seemingly immune to the challenges of distance. But now, the cracks in that image were stark.

Feeling a surge of empathy, you wrapped your wing around him in a gesture of comfort, the warmth of your scales just a reminder that he wasn’t alone. “I care about you, Elias, and despite everything that’s happening, you’re still my friend,” you said softly, making sure he felt the sincerity in your words.

He looked at you with a flicker of gratitude, and a small smile broke through the bitterness of the moment. “Thank you,” he replied, a weight lifting slightly from his shoulders.

You knew what it was like to be torn between love and the complications of life, a feeling that had been heightened since Anakin had left. Yet, here was Elias, revealing his vulnerability and holding a space for you amidst your own struggles.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, feeling the unsteady ground beneath both of you. “About Ebba? Or how you’re feeling?”

Elias hesitated, searching your eyes for understanding. “It’s just… I didn’t expect it to hurt this much,” he confessed, his voice lowering as he opened up. “We were good together, or at least I thought we were. I just miss the connection we had.”

You nodded, listening intently as he shared the depths of his heart. “It’s okay to feel lost, especially when things end abruptly. You’re allowed to grieve that connection,” you encouraged gently.

As he continued to talk, you both found solace in the shared experience of heartache, a bond forged amidst your individual struggles. And in that moment, beneath the sunlit sky, you realized that pain could often lead to deeper understanding and connection among friends—one that would carry you both through the uncertain times that lay ahead.

As you both stood up, the weight of the conversation lingered in the air, but there was a sense of shared healing in the vulnerability you had both shown. “Well, I’m heading back to class. Are you coming? It’s about to start soon,” Elias said, glancing down at his watch, urgency creeping into his voice.

You nodded, feeling a spark of determination flicker within you. “Yeah, let’s go.” The prospect of returning to class felt daunting yet oddly comforting. A part of you relished the distraction, knowing that school held the promise of structure, even in the chaos of your emotions.

As you ascended the stairs together, Elias fell into step beside you. The two of you walked in comfortable silence, each carrying the remnants of your earlier conversation, but grateful to have each other amid the noise of the world around you. The hall echoed with laughter and chatter, the vibrant energy of students hurrying to their classes, unaware of the struggles of those nearby.

“Listen,” Elias said after a moment, breaking the silence. “I know things are… complicated right now, but I don’t want this to affect our friendship. You mean a lot to me.” His sincerity wrapped around you like a warm blanket, easing some of the tension you had been feeling deep inside.

“You too, Elias,” you replied, glancing up at him. “Things have been tough, but it helps to know you’re here.” The friendship you shared offered a lifeline in a time when everything else felt uncertain.

You rounded a corner and approached your classroom, the door ajar and the faint sound of the teacher’s voice drifting into the hallway. Elias pushed the door open, and you stepped inside, the familiar setting momentarily pulling you away from your worries.

You settled into your seat as the teacher began a new lesson, a gentle reminder that life continued despite personal struggles. The rhythm of the class enveloped you, providing an anchor. Occasionally, you caught Elias’s eye across the room; he gave you a subtle nod of encouragement that sparked a smile on your face.

As the lesson progressed, though your heart still carried the weight of your feelings for Anakin, you found solace in the camaraderie with Elias, knowing that even in the darkness, there were glimmers of light—friendship, support, and the hope of brighter days.

[queenofdragons12]

𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙄𝘾, 𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙇𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 | Simon "Ghost" Riley

Summary: In a passionate encounter, Ghost and his partner explore their intense physical and emotional connection, pushing boundaries and expressing their love through raw and intimate moments.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, including oral sex, rough language, and dominant/submissive dynamics.

Pairing: Ghost (Simon) x Female Character (You)

You had no idea why you were allowing him to touch you, but there you were, sitting on a stool while Ghost, or as he wanted you to call him, Simon, was lapping at your dripping wet cunt. His tongue flicked and teased your clit, sending shivers down your spine. You moaned softly as he continued to pleasure you, his hands roaming your body, caressing your breasts and pinching your nipples. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your breath quickening as your orgasm built.

"You're a tragic little thing, you know that?" Ghost growled, his face buried in your cunt as he lapped at your juices. You hissed, fingers hooking around his head and tugging him away from your sensitive clit. He yelped as you suddenly found yourself on top of him, straddling his naked waist. "Never, ever call me that again, you hear me, soldier?" You glared at him, your fangs nicking his cheekbone as he stared in awe at your naked body. Your tits bounced and swelled with each breath, your nipples hardening in the cool air.

He didn't even care that you had him pinned down; he just lay there, his cock straining against his pants. "You're so hot, that's what I meant to say," he mumbled, his eyes fixed on your body. He lunged up, capturing one of your tits in his mouth and making you arch into him. You moaned softly as he sucked and nibbled, his tongue swirling around your nipple. His hands roamed your body, caressing your skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You smiled, using your tail to clean yourself up, wiping away the evidence of your passion from your thighs. "Thanks, I really appreciate that," you said, turning to face him. He was already getting hard again, his cock twitching as he looked at you. "I love you," he said, his voice soft and full of emotion.

You felt your heart swell at his words, and you leaned in to kiss him softly. Your lips brushed against his, your tongues tangling together as you poured all your love and desire into the kiss. He pulled you closer, his hands roaming your body, caressing your curves as if he couldn't get enough of your touch.

"I love you, too," you whispered against his lips, your breath mingling with his. "I never want this moment to end."

He smiled, his eyes sparkling with love and desire. "It doesn't have to," he said, his voice husky. "We have all the time in the world."

You snuggled into his embrace, your bodies fitting together perfectly as if they were made to be entwined. The warmth of his love surrounded you, and you felt safe and cherished in his arms. "Forever," you murmured, closing your eyes as you savored the feeling of being loved and desired by the one your heart beat for.

[queenofdragons12]

Deep, Deep | Ghost and König

Upon receiving the esteemed invitation to join Task Force 141, you found yourself moving into your new living quarters, which you would be sharing with two of the most formidable members of the elite squadron. As you entered the room, you couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation as you were met with the stoic gazes of your roommates, König and Ghost, who were already comfortably settled in their respective beds. The atmosphere was palpable with tension, their silence a stark contrast to the chaotic anticipation that usually accompanied a newcomer's arrival.

Ghost broke the silence with a remark that resonated with the gravity of his British accent, "You're quite the silent type, aren't you, rookie?" His eyes, a haunting shade of grey, bore into yours from behind the sinister skull mask that was a signature part of his intimidating persona. You couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine, yet you managed to maintain a cool demeanor, recognizing the importance of not allowing them to see you as a pushover.

Turning your attention to the imposing figure of König, who was lounging on his bed, you noticed that his sniper hood was pulled low, casting his face in shadow. His gaze, however, was unmistakable and intense. You chuckled slightly in an attempt to ease the tension, "Well, I like to keep my cards close to my chest, Ghost. And I don't just spill my life story to every Tom, Dick, and Harry I meet."

König, with a head nod, acknowledged your words before speaking up with his thick Austrian drawl, "You seem rather young, new recruit. What is your age?" The question hung in the air, his piercing gaze never leaving yours as you felt a slight knot form in your stomach. You replied calmly, "I'm 24, or so I believe." The uncertainty in your voice was a subtle defense mechanism, a way to keep them guessing.

The room remained still, the only sound being the rustling of your belongings as you unpacked. Ghost's gaze lingered over you, his eyes flicking from your face to the various items you pulled from your duffel bag. His curiosity was evident, and it was clear he was sizing you up, trying to determine what kind of person, and more importantly, what kind of soldier you were.

"Ah, so you're a spring chicken," Ghost mused, a hint of amusement in his tone. "What's the command's logic in assigning a whippersnapper like you to our care?"

König's head tilted slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studied you. His silence was more unnerving than the constant barrage of questions and comments. You met Ghost's gaze with a determined look, standing up straight. "Maybe they think I've got something to offer. Or maybe they just don't want me to get bored." You delivered the line with a cocky grin, your eyes never leaving his.

The dynamic between the three of you was charged with a strange mix of competition and curiosity. As you finished unpacking, you felt their eyes on you, assessing your every move. You decided to take the initiative and introduced yourself. "The name's Rookie. Or at least, that's what they're calling me today."

The tension grew thicker as Ghost took a step closer, invading your personal space. "And what makes you think you can handle the kind of work we do here, Rookie?" His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of weakness or doubt.

You remained unfazed, pushing back against his intimidation. "I've got what it takes," you asserted, poking him in the chest with a firm finger. "And just because I'm not as chatty as you two doesn't mean I'm not capable."

The smirk that played on Ghost's lips grew as he took a step back, conceding the moment. "We'll see about that," he murmured, his voice low and enticing.

König, ever the observant one, had been watching the exchange with a knowing look. He chuckled under his breath, the sound muffled by his mask.

You decided to break the awkward silence with a declaration. "Alright, I'm going to hit the gym and work off some of this nervous energy. Time to show you two what I'm made of." With that, you grabbed a water bottle and a hair tie, and began to pull your hair back into a tight ponytail. The simple act of tying your hair out of your face made you feel more in control, more ready to tackle the challenges ahead.

As you turned to leave, you threw a smug smile over your shoulder. "See you boys around." With that, you sauntered out of the room, leaving your roommates to ponder the enigma that was their new addition to Task Force 141. The click of the door closing behind you was the only sound in the room, and as you walked away, you could feel their eyes on you, curious and, perhaps, a little intrigued by the mystery that was you.

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Upon entering the spacious and well-equipped gym, you are greeted by a familiar and authoritative figure, none other than your commander, John Price. His firm yet friendly demeanor fills the room as he approaches you with a warm, "Hello there, Y/N. How are you finding the new day?" The question lingers in the air as you gracefully take a seat on a nearby dumbbell, feeling its cool metal against your skin.

"They seem alright," you reply, a hint of a smile playing on your lips as you think of your recent interactions with your dormmates. "My dormmates are quite pleasant, actually."

John chuckles, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, yes, I can see the curiosity in your eyes. Ghost and König are indeed a fascinating pair to say the least," he comments, clearly aware of the reputation the two men have garnered.

His smile widens into a knowing grin, reflecting the countless tales of their escapades that he's undoubtedly witnessed. "They're quite the duo, I'm sure you'll find them intriguing," he adds, patting you on the back reassuringly.

You nod thoughtfully, considering his words. "They certainly are. It's like they have a silent language of their own," you muse, referring to their apparent ability to communicate without words, which you've observed since your arrival.

John's gaze lingers on you for a moment before he speaks again, "Just remember, they can be as complex as they are charismatic. They're both very adept at reading people, which is essential for what they do." His tone is a mix of admiration and caution, hinting at the depth of their skills.

With that, he excuses himself, leaving you to your workout routine in the vast, mostly deserted space of the gym. As you begin to warm up, you feel the comforting solitude that comes with being the first to arrive. You start with some light stretches, feeling the tension in your muscles gradually ease as you prepare for the more strenuous exercises ahead.

Midway through your workout, the door to the gym opens, and in stride two figures that immediately command attention: Ghost and König, your enigmatic dormmates. Ghost is clad in a simple T-shirt and a pair of workout pants, which hug his muscular form, showcasing his well-defined biceps and the contours of his abs. Meanwhile, König opts for a black tank top and jogging shorts, displaying his own physique with confidence.

Ghost's piercing gaze sweeps the room, searching for the perfect spot to begin his training. His eyes fall on you, and for a brief moment, you hold his gaze before you continue with your weights, giving him a curt nod of acknowledgment. He returns the gesture, a silent understanding passing between you as you both focus on your respective activities.

The two men set up nearby, their movements fluid and efficient as they begin their workout. Despite their own exercises, their eyes seem to be magnetically drawn to you. They watch you intently, studying your form as you move from one piece of equipment to the next, your workout clothes clinging to your body in a way that leaves little to the imagination.

Feeling their gaze, you decide to give them a show they won't forget. You head over to the bench press, a piece of equipment that you've mastered over the years. As you begin your set, you're acutely aware of their eyes upon you, scrutinizing your technique, and you revel in the attention.

The clank of the weights and the rhythmic sound of your breathing fill the air as you push through your reps. Ghost and König don't miss a beat, their eyes never leaving your body as you lift the barbell with ease. They seem particularly captivated by the way your muscles flex and the determination etched on your face.

Once you've completed your set, you wipe the beads of sweat from your forehead and glance over at them. With a self-assured smile, you hoist the barbell back onto the rack and make your way to the mat. You collect your phone and other personal items before standing up straight, giving them a respectful salute.

Their eyes follow you as you exit the gym, and you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as you notice their lingering stares on your retreating figure. As you leave, the sound of the gym door closing echoes behind you, leaving the two men to their own devices.

In the aftermath of your departure, you can almost feel their gaze burn into your back as you saunter out of the room. It's not lost on you that they enjoyed the show, but you know better than to engage in any banter with them, at least not yet. They are, after all, men of their own world, and you respect their boundaries.

As you walk away, you catch a murmur of German from König, which is met with a playful smack on the arm from Ghost. The subtle interaction between them makes you wonder what they're saying about you. You can't help but feel a bit flattered, though you know it's best to keep your guard up.

Their nods of acknowledgment as you leave are the last thing you see before you step out into the hallway, feeling the cool air wash over your heated skin. As you make your way back to your dorm, you can't help but think about the complex dynamics that lie ahead with your new living arrangements. It's clear that you're in for an interesting experience with these two enigmatic individuals, and you're eager to see how it all unfolds.

~~

It’s been a few weeks since your arrival at Task Force 141, and it seems to be a place where you’ve truly found your niche. You’re growing increasingly fond of the camaraderie and the shared sense of purpose that comes with being part of such an elite unit. As you sit in the mess hall, the familiar aroma of subpar military coffee fills the air as you engage in a light-hearted conversation with Samantha Maxis. Her words resonate with the ease of friendship that’s been blossoming between you, and the atmosphere is one of comfortable companionship, filled with laughter and the occasional ribbing.

Ghost and König are positioned nearby, their backs to you, but you can feel their eyes lingering over your form as you chat. They’ve been doing so frequently, especially after catching you during your intense workout sessions. Your physique has not gone unnoticed, and it’s clear that their interest in you extends beyond mere professional respect. As you sip on the coffee, the taste reminiscent of the sacrifices made for the sake of duty, you can’t help but feel a slight thrill at the attention you’ve been receiving from your comrades.

Samantha leans in after a particularly amusing anecdote, her expression growing a tad more serious. "You're aware they're into you, right?" she says with a knowing smile. You feel your heart skip a beat, and you play it off with a chuckle. "What? Ghost and König? No way," you reply, feigning ignorance. Her laugh is a bit too knowing for your comfort, and she gives you a look that says she’s seen right through your act.

“Oh, come on, don’t be so naive. They’ve been ogling you like you’re the last piece of meat on Earth for the past couple of weeks,” she teases, her voice dripping with mirth. The visual makes you blush, and you take a long sip of your coffee to hide your embarrassment. "Well, that’s flattering," you concede with a sigh. "But let’s be realistic here. It’s not like anything can come of it."

Samantha’s smile fades a bit, and she looks at you with a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Why do you say that? You’ve got two of the most eligible bachelors in the entire task force drooling over you. That’s the kind of thing most girls would kill for."

You can’t help but blush deeper into your cup. "Because if they do decide to make a move, I'm pretty sure I'd be overwhelmed by their… enthusiasm," you admit, trying to keep the conversation light. "Besides, I'm not exactly relationship material. I'm a little too…complicated for that."

Her eyes narrow as she considers your words. "Don't sell yourself short. They're not just any soldiers, they're the crème de la crème. If they've set their sights on you, it's because they think they can handle you, in every sense of the word."

You stand up, the chair scraping against the floor as you do so, and you offer her a warm smile. "Thank you, Samantha," you say, trying to keep the doubt from seeping into your voice. "But I think I'll just keep things as they are for now."

As you turn to leave, you cast a quick glance at the table where Ghost and König are seated. Your gaze meets theirs, and you offer them a tentative smile, one that holds a hint of the nervousness you feel. They return the gesture, Ghost's smile a crooked smirk that speaks volumes of his interest, while König nods with a look that’s a blend of respect and something else, something that makes your stomach flip.

Their eyes follow you as you make your way out of the mess hall, tracing your every step. You can feel the weight of their gazes, and it sends a shiver down your spine. Samantha's words echo in your mind, and you can't help but wonder if there's any truth to her teasing.

Once you're out of earshot, Samantha marches over to the duo, slapping her hands down on the table with a thud that makes them both jump. "What the—?" Ghost starts, but she cuts him off with a glare.

"You two need to get your heads out of your asses and make a move," she says bluntly. "Y/N is a catch, and if you don’t do something about it, someone else will."

They exchange a look, and you can see the wheels turning in their heads. Ghost seems skeptical, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "What makes you think she'd go for us?" he asks, his voice gruff.

Samantha smirks. "Oh, please. You're both blind if you can't see it. She's into you both, and she's just as out of your league as you think she is."

König seems more open to the idea, his eyes lighting up with hope. "But how do we know for sure?"

Samantha rolls her eyes before dropping a bombshell. "Tonight’s the ball. Ask her out. Show her a good time, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll get lucky." With that, she struts away, leaving the two men to stew in their thoughts.

Ghost watches you leave, his expression pensive. He's convinced that you're too beautiful, too perfect for someone like him. Meanwhile, König is more optimistic, holding onto the possibility that maybe, just maybe, Samantha's words are true. They sit in silence for a moment, the cacophony of the mess hall fading into the background as they mull over their conversation.

Ghost finally breaks the silence. "She’s right, you know," he says, his voice low. "You are too good for us."

König nods slowly, his eyes still on the spot where you exited. "But we can't just sit around and do nothing," he argues. "We have to at least try."

The two of them sit there, contemplating the gravity of their feelings and the potential consequences of acting on them. They're both aware of the risks involved in pursuing someone like you, someone who's as much of a force to be reckoned with as any of the missions they've undertaken together. But the allure is too strong, and the thought of letting you slip away is unbearable.

The ball is tonight, and with it comes the opportunity to take the first step. Whether it leads to love or heartbreak, one thing is certain—life in Task Force 141 is about to get a whole lot more interesting.

~~

Standing before the ornate, full-length mirror, you can't help but feel a sense of regal grandeur wash over you. The intricate decorations adorning your hair shimmer and dance as they catch the light, perfectly complementing the sleek and sophisticated gown that clings to your body. It's as if you've been transformed into a queen from a distant, opulent kingdom. You gaze at your reflection, admiring the way the fabric hugs your figure and pools elegantly around your feet.

Samantha laughs softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she regards your reflection. She stands by your side, grinning. "You truly look like a goddess," she says, her voice filled with a hint of amazement. Your eyes wander over her own stunning visage, noticing the way her own attire clings to her curves. "You're not so bad yourself," you reply with a smile, feeling the warmth of camaraderie and shared excitement.

With a playful bump of your fists, the anticipation of the evening ahead builds. You then reach up and clasp the grand, golden dragon pendant around your neck. It settles in place, nestled just above the valley of your cleavage, adding a touch of mythical allure to your ensemble. The dragon seems to come alive, its eyes gleaming with an inner fire that matches the passion you feel.

Samantha's mischievous smile widens as she takes in the sight of you. "We're going to have those guys worshiping the ground we walk on," she predicts, her confidence infectious. You giggle, feeling the thrill of the challenge. You offer her your hand, adorned with rings that glint and shimmer. "Let's go show them what we're made of," you say, a mischievous glint in your own eye.

As you lead the way out of the room, you both glide through the doorway, your movements as graceful as if you were floating. The ballroom that awaits is a vision of opulence and splendor. The walls are draped with luxurious fabrics, the chandeliers cast a warm glow upon the gleaming floor, and the air is alive with the hum of anticipation and the sweet scent of exotic flowers.

You make your way to the drink table, intending to sample the beverages on offer, when you feel the warmth of hands on your shoulders. You whirl around to find Ghost and König standing behind you, their gazes raking over your form with unabashed admiration.

Ghost's eyes rove over your attire, lingering on the delicate hair decorations and the gown that frames your figure so exquisitely. "You're absolutely radiant," he murmurs, his voice thick with appreciation. Your cheeks color slightly at the compliment. "Thank you," you reply, "You two clean up rather nicely yourselves."

König's eyes twinkle with amusement as he looks at you. "Liebling," he says, his accent wrapping around the word like a caress, "You look absolutely stunning." Despite the sudden warmth that floods your body, you maintain your poise, tilting your head slightly as you process his words.

The two men escort you to the far end of the ballroom, where a set of four plush chairs beckon. As you sit, they position themselves on either side of you, their arms wrapping around your waist as if claiming you as their own.

John Price takes the stage, his voice echoing through the grand chamber as he begins his speech. But even as you watch him, you're acutely aware of the hands that continue to explore your body. Ghost's fingertips trace a delicate path along your thigh, sending shivers up your spine and causing your pussy to clench with desire.

König notices your reaction and follows suit, his own hand moving higher, his touch a silent promise of the pleasure to come. You struggle to ignore the heat building within you, focusing instead on the words of the evening's host.

The speech concludes with a flourish, and the room erupts into applause. As the clapping dies down, Ghost leans in, his breath a warm whisper against your ear. "We have something we need to discuss with you," he says, his tone hinting at secrets and hidden desires.

You nod, the anticipation making your heart race. As the crowd around you mingles and laughs, you can feel their eyes on you, but it's the hands of Ghost and König that hold your full attention.

When you turn to face them, they look at you with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. "What is it you wish to tell me?" you ask, your voice steady despite the tumult of emotions within.

They exchange a knowing look before Ghost speaks. "We've noticed that we can't help but stare at you, and it's not just because of how beautiful you are."

König nods in agreement. "We've been feeling this… connection," he adds, his voice low and seductive.

You smile, a knowing look in your eye. "And what is this connection you speak of?"

Ghost clears his throat. "We both… We've both been thinking about you a lot, and we wondered if you might consider… exploring a relationship with us."

Your heart skips a beat, but you play it cool. "What type of relationship are we talking about?"

They look at each other before Ghost continues. "A very intimate one," he says, his hand tightening on your thigh. "We want you, in every way possible."

You laugh lightly, your hand brushing against the scales that now cover your skin. "Oh, you mean having me in your bed between your legs?"

They both smirk, their eyes gleaming. "We're not talking about a one-night stand," Ghost says, his voice dropping to a growl. "We want all of you."

König's thumb traces a gentle path on your hip. "And we know that you're not like other women," he murmurs, his eyes on your chest where the scales have begun to emerge. "We're aware of your… unique qualities."

You lean back against the wall, the cold stone a stark contrast to the heat of your skin. "You think you can handle a dragon born?"

Ghost's eyes narrow. "You're not just saying that to tease us, are you?"

You shake your head. "You'll find out soon enough," you reply coyly.

The room goes dark for a moment, and when the lights come back up, you're standing by the dance floor, next to a tall, silver pole. The DJ nods to you, and a slow, sensual song begins to play.

With a smirk, you beckon the two men closer. "Let's see what you've got," you challenge.

Their eyes widen as you begin to dance, your movements sinuous and mesmerizing. As you strip away the layers of your clothing, scales emerge, glinting under the soft light. Your eyes flash gold, and your snout elongates slightly, a hint of the creature you truly are.

Ghost and König are frozen in place, their eyes locked onto you as if you were the most exquisite treasure they've ever laid eyes on. They watch as you wrap your body around the pole, your scales shimmering and your tail slithering along the floor.

You lean back, the scales now covering your entire body, and address them with a smoldering gaze. "You can take me now, my loves," you purr.

Ghost recovers first, his hunger evident in his eyes. He approaches you, his hands claiming your hips with a possessive grip. "You're going to be the end of me," he murmurs.

You smile, your sharp claws tracing a line down his chest. "Maybe," you say, "But first, you'll have to show me what you're made of."

With a growl, he leans in, his teeth grazing your neck as you wrap your legs around him. You guide him closer, eager to feel the fullness of his desire.

König watches from the sidelines, his own need clear in his eyes. "You sure you can handle this?" he asks, his voice a rumble of desire.

You look at him over your shoulder, your eyes flashing gold. "You'll just have to wait and see," you say, your voice filled with the promise of untold pleasure.

And with that, you lean back and let Ghost claim you, his passion a fiery embrace that leaves you both breathless and wanting more. The ballroom fades away, replaced by the heat of the moment and the promise of a night that will be remembered for centuries to come.

As your gaze meets his, a mischievous smile graces your lips before you decisively pull his pants apart to reveal his already erect cock. "Damn, Ghost," you murmur with a mix of awe and excitement, your eyes widening slightly at the sight of his impressive arousal. Without wasting another moment, you lean in and wrap your eager mouth around his length, eliciting a deep, guttural groan from him. His head falls back as he succumbs to the sensation, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as if trying to anchor himself in the face of such intense pleasure.

The tension in the room is palpable as you notice the Nanasko standing nearby, his own pants removed, stroking his erect cock with a vigor that mirrors your actions on Ghost. He seems to be watching the scene unfold with a hungry gaze, which only serves to fuel your desire. You can feel his eyes on you, his arousal almost tangible as he observes the passionate display before him.

Ghost's eyes never leave yours, a storm of lust and need swirling in their depths. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to maintain some semblance of control. "Scheisse, darling," he grunts through gritted teeth, the German expletive rolling off his tongue like a declaration of war on restraint. His body jerks slightly with every stroke of your tongue, and you can see the effort it takes for him to hold back.

With a knowing smirk, you open your legs wider, offering yourself to the advancing Nanasko. "That's the idea," you murmur around Ghost's cock, the vibrations of your voice sending tremors through him.

König's hands come to rest on your hips, his touch firm and possessive. He seems to be fighting the urge to take over, to claim you fully in that moment. "Scheisse," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sounds of your passionate encounter. His body presses against yours, his erection a clear sign of his desire.

You continue to work your magic on Ghost, your mouth and tongue moving in a tantalizing dance that has him on the edge. He hisses as you let out a moan of your own, his hands tightening around your hips in response. "You're gonna make me come like I'm in heat," he gasps, his words a desperate plea for more.

König's chuckle is dark and filled with promise from behind you. "Ready for this, darling?" he asks in a low, seductive tone, his accent thick with desire. The way he speaks his mother tongue sends shivers down your spine, and your pussy clenches around his cock involuntarily.

You pull back slightly, your mouth still wrapped around Ghost's shaft, and hum in response to his question. He groans at the sensation, his eyes practically begging for release. "Scheisse," he curses again, his voice strained. "You're going to make us both lose it like a couple of uncontrollable teenagers."

König leans in closer, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Can you even understand him when he talks dirty in German?" he asks playfully, his English tinged with a hint of his native language. You feel his hand slide up to cup your breast, his grip firm yet gentle, his thumb flicking over the sensitive peak.

With a smirk, you pull back and swivel your hips slightly, releasing Ghost's cock with a pop. "No," you admit with a cheeky grin, before leaning back down to continue your oral ministrations. "But it's hot as fuck."

Ghost's eyes roll back in his head as you begin to use your tail, wrapping it around his cock and moving it in tandem with your mouth. "God damn," he whispers, his voice a ragged mess of pleasure.

König's response is a low growl, his own hands moving to caress your other breast. "Ich habe so lange gewartet, um dich so hart zu machen," he says, his voice thick with want.

Ghost's grip on your hips tightens to the point of pain, his eyes snapping back to you. "Fuck," he hisses, his body trembling as you continue to tease and pleasure him with your tail and mouth.

The sound of their combined moans fills the air, creating an erotic symphony that sends your own arousal soaring. You revel in the power you hold over these two powerful men, their bodies yours to command and manipulate as you see fit. The anticipation of what's to come is almost too much to bear, but you're not one to shy away from a challenge. You eagerly await the moment when you can feel both of them inside you, claiming your body in a frenzy of passion that knows no bounds.

Your body's response is escalating rapidly, as the intensity of the moment causes you to emit a series of agonized moans from the profound pain that seems to resonate deeply within your core. Kkonig, the relentless force behind your current predicament, is in no hurry to relent, continuing his unyielding assault without a moment's pause. His powerful manhood, a symbol of his primal dominance, penetrates you with a ferocity that leaves no room for doubt as to his intentions. Each thrust feels like a hammer driving into the very essence of your being, demanding your submission to the raw, unbridled passion that fuels his every movement.

With an unwavering dedication to the task at hand, your tongue wraps itself around the thick shaft of Ghost's erection, the muscles coiling and uncoiling in a dance of unparalleled skill. His manhood, already swollen with the need for release, seems to pulse with excitement at the touch of your warm, wet flesh. You can feel the tension building within him, his body a coiled spring ready to unleash a torrent of ecstasy. And just as you manage to swirl the tip of your tongue around the sensitive ridge of his cock, you feel the beginnings of his climax.

The room is filled with the sounds of passion and pleasure as both men reach the pinnacle of their desires simultaneously. Kkonig's powerful strokes become more insistent, each one driving deeper into your quivering pussy, his cock swelling even further with the imminent release of his seed. Meanwhile, Ghost's hips jerk forward as he succumbs to the overwhelming sensation of your expert oral ministrations. The precum that has been steadily gathering at the tip of his penis now gathers into a pearly bead, signaling the onset of his orgasm.

Both men, lost in the throes of passion, let out their respective cries of release. Kkonig's deep, guttural grunts echo through the room, a testament to the power of his climax as he fills you with his hot, sticky essence. At the same time, Ghost's body convulses, and you feel the warmth of his semen as it spurts forth, coating the back of your throat and leaving you gagging slightly from the sheer volume of his load.

The shared moment of ecstasy is palpable, the air thick with the scent of sex and the musky aroma of male release. You're both thoroughly spent, your bodies trembling from the exertion and the intensity of the shared experience. Yet, the bond between you seems to have grown stronger, the intimate connection forged in the heat of passion leaving an indelible mark on all involved.

With a sense of reluctance and satisfaction intertwined, you slowly shake your head from side to side as if to clear the fog of pleasure that has overtaken you. In response to this subtle yet commanding gesture, Konig gently pulls out of your slick, swollen pussy, the sound of your flesh releasing his cock echoing through the air with a tantalizing pop that seems to resonate within the very fabric of the room. The sudden absence of his thick member from within you sends a small shiver down your spine, but it's a shiver of delight rather than one of coldness.

As if in a trance, you release your grip from around Ghost's rock-solid erection, allowing it to spring back slightly as it's freed from the confines of your tight fist. You then lower yourself down to the cool, solid surface of the stage with a grace that belies the intense intimacy that has just transpired between the three of you. Your legs, still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of your recent climax, give way slightly, and you find yourself sitting down, the stage floor feeling surprisingly comforting against the sensitive skin of your naked backside.

"Wow," you murmur, your voice a soft, breathy exclamation of wonder that seems to carry on the very air currents around you. "That was… much better than I could have ever imagined." You pause for a moment, your eyes closing briefly as you revel in the feeling of your body's natural fluids mingling with the sticky evidence of your arousal. You can't help but let a small, contented smile play upon your lips as you reach down with your fingers, gently tracing the path of the cum that's slowly trickling out of your pussy. You lift one leg with a coy grace, allowing the fluid to flow more freely and giving you better access to the sweet mess. You bring your hand to your mouth, licking the mixture of your own juices and the men's cum with a deliberate slowness that speaks volumes of your satisfaction.

The two men, unable to contain their amusement at your brazen display, laugh heartily, their eyes never leaving the erotic sight you present. "Careful there, darling," King warns playfully, his voice thick with desire as he reaches out a hand towards you. "Don't go making us hard again so soon. We've got a whole night of partying ahead of us, and we wouldn't want to miss out on all the fun, now would we?"

In a swift, almost teasing move, your tail, a mesmerizing blend of power and elegance, snakes around King's wrist before he can make contact. You give it a gentle squeeze, a silent reminder of the boundaries you've set for the evening. "Ah, ah," you chastise lightly, the sound a soft, seductive purr that seems to dance around the room. "You two have had your fun for now. It's time for us to get back to the party. We've got plenty of entertaining to do, and I'm not about to let a little thing like this distract us from the main event," you say, your tone playful yet firm.

Their laughter subsides, but the smoldering hunger in their eyes remains, a testament to the passion that still lingers in the air. They know that while you may have set the pace for now, the night is far from over, and there will be plenty of opportunities for them to indulge in the pleasures you so readily offer. For the moment, however, you stand firm, your resolve unshaken as you prepare to continue the festivities, leaving them to wonder what other delightful surprises you have in store for the both of them as the evening unfolds.

[queenofdragons12]

𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙀! | obi-wan x reader

You truly cannot fathom the intricacies of how he managed to track you down, but one thing is crystal clear in your mind – he is irrevocably yours, and you are his.

The profound connection you share is unshakeable, a bond that you are fiercely determined never to relinquish, especially not to the clutches of that detested Jedi Order.

At this very moment, you are enveloping him within you, descending onto him as if gravity itself were pulling you closer. The walls of your vagina are tightly clutching the tip of his bare, leaking phallus, a testament to the passionate desire that flows through both of your beings.

He is nestled in the warm embrace of your abode, a cozy sanctuary that you've chosen for its exclusivity. Mustafar, a fiery planet of scorching temperatures and volcanic landscapes, is the ideal retreat for your unique species, a place where the blazing heat is the only environment that can sustain your existence.

It's a world that others dare not tread frequently, leaving you both with a sense of undisturbed privacy and intimacy. The luxurious plushness of the sofa beneath you enhances the sensation of his body against yours, his hardened member poised to penetrate deeper as he reclines, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

The intensity of your union is palpable, a dance of passion that resonates through the very air around you. His eyes are closed, savoring the sensation of your intimate embrace, as the anticipation builds to an exquisite crescendo. The force of your species' survival instincts and the undeniable heat between you two has led you to this secret haven, ensuring that your love can flourish uninhibited by the prying eyes of the galaxy.

With a gentle yet firm demeanor, he whispers, "Just like that, darling," as his eyes flutter closed, lost in the intensity of the moment. A soft chuckle escapes your lips at his unabashed display of vulnerability, and you feel a surge of power as you decide to push him further. Leaning down, you align your body with his, your lithe frame poised to deliver a series of exquisite thrusts. Your long, auburn tongue, a fiery snake of passion, slithers past the plush purple curve of his lips, taunting him as it glides along the contours of his mouth. He eagerly attempts to kiss you, but your masterful maneuvering leaves him only able to part his lips slightly, desperately seeking the warmth of your own.

You can feel the desperation in his breath as it hitches, and his pleas for relief become more fervent. "Please," he whispers, his voice thick with longing and the sweet agony of being so close to climax, "please, I beg of you." The sound of his need fills the room, a symphony of desire that you revel in, knowing you hold the key to his release.

With a smirk, you lean closer, your voice a low, amused purr as you ask, "And do Jedi truly beg?" His body tenses beneath you, the question a delightful tease that sends a shiver down his spine. You continue to move against him, the rhythm of your hips driving him closer to the edge with every passing second. The warm, velvety walls of your sex clench tightly around his shaft, as if echoing the question you've posed, challenging him to prove his worthiness of such a divine gift.

His breath comes in ragged gasps now, his chest heaving with the effort to maintain control. "It seems," you murmur, your voice a seductive purr in his ear, "that you have forgotten your place, my dear." You increase the pressure, the friction between your bodies building like the crescendo of a symphony, pushing him to the brink of ecstasy. "But," you continue, "perhaps you are not as noble as you claim."

You feel his body tighten, his cock pulsing within you as he fights the urge to spill his seed, to give in to the pleasure that threatens to overwhelm him. "Beg," you command, your voice a siren's song, low and seductive. "Beg a queen for the allowance to cum, my little boy."

The words hang in the air, a heady challenge that he cannot resist. With a groan, he surrenders, his voice a broken whisper. "I beg of you, my queen," he gasps, his eyes squeezed shut in submission. "Allow me to cum, please."

A smug smile graces your lips as you consider his plea, the power dynamic between you two a thrilling dance of dominance and submission. For a moment, you hold him there, suspended in the exquisite agony of anticipation, before finally granting his request with a single, sultry word. "You may."

And with that, his body arches, a silent scream of release echoing through the room as he succumbs to the pleasure that you have so graciously allowed him. His eyes fly open, meeting yours, and in that instant, you see the pure, unbridled ecstasy that only true power can bestow. The connection between you is electric, a current of desire that flows unimpeded as he empties himself into you, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his climax.

As the tension slowly ebbs away, you lean down to kiss him, your lips brushing against his in a gesture that is both tender and possessive. "Good boy," you murmur, the words a gentle praise that fills his soul with warmth. You pull back slightly, a satisfied smile playing on your lips as you watch the euphoria wash over his features, knowing that you are the one who has brought him to such heights of pleasure. And in that moment, you both revel in the delicious dance of power and passion that you have woven together.

[queenofdragons12]

𝘾𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃, death, puss in boots

The crisp night air was a welcomed distraction from the bustling roar of the city's night life. It was a welcomed retreat, to be able to sneak into an alleyway and recollect one's thoughts, the distant murmurs and laughter of drunken bar flies drowned out by a placid silence. Unfortunately, this bout of peaceful repose would be short lived.

A distant sound echoed through the dark alleyway, a melancholic melody akin to a lullaby; a somber whistle that was both soothing and unsettling in its consistent, repetitive tempo. It was an otherworldly melody, something primal that perhaps even preceded mankind's first song.

"Great night for a stroll!" An unfamiliar voice spoke, its smooth baritone words slipping past a set of sharp, grinning teeth and a flicking tongue. The wolf-like figure stood at the end of the alleyway, his strong frame outlined by the flicker of neon lights.

"Though in your case… I'd say it's not really a stroll, is it?" The beastly figure stepped forth, out of the shadows, his piercing red eyes flickering with malice. "You're running, running for your life. You've been running for a while now. Unfortunately for you… it seems I've finally caught up."

You stared at him and blinked. "Muerte," you said, your tone as cool as stone, your claws flexed around the hilt of your sword, "you are not welcome here, leave" you stated, your tail swishing from side to side, the fur on your back standing on end. The alley was cold, but the warmth of your anger was like a beacon in the night.

"Ah, Muerte," the anthropomorphic black wolf drawled, his grin widening to show a set of razor-sharp teeth. "Always so formal, aren't we?" The whistling grew louder, echoing off the grimy walls of the alley. The air grew thick with the scent of brimstone, a scent that seemed to cling to him like a second skin. His cloak fluttered in the non-existent breeze, revealing bandaged wrists and the glint of his dual sickle blades.

You glared at him with intense defiance. "Why not? It's not every day you come face to face with Death himself."

He chuckles darkly, the sound resonating in the tight space of the alleyway, his eyes gleaming like hot embers in the night. The whistling turns into a low, eerie tune that seems to make the very shadows around you shiver. "Why, indeed," he says, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken stories. "But I assure you, my dear Muerte, this is no mere meeting. I've come to settle a score, to collect on a debt that's long overdue."

You glared at him, the fury in your eyes burning like blue fire as you pulled back the hem of your cloak, revealing shimmering purple scales that flashed ominously. “Do you really think Death is a threat to a dragon?” you challenged, your voice edged with defiance. As you spoke, you drew your sword with a fluid motion, its blade catching the dim light of the alley. “I’ve been cheating Death for years now. Why should this time be any different?”

The whistling grew louder, a symphony of dread that seemed to resonate in the very fabric of the alley. His grin never wavered, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in your display of power.* "Ah, the dragon within you," he said, his tone one of acknowledgment rather than fear. "Impressive, truly. But let's not forget, Y/N , that I am not just any reaper. I am the personification of the end of all things. And your little… escapades have not gone unnoticed." With a flick of his wrist, the shadows at his side grew into long, inky tendrils that snaked towards you, the air around them crackling with dark energy.

Your eyes danced with a fierce, determined glint as you stretched out a talon towards him, the tendrils of your power wrapping tightly around your wrist. With a sudden, forceful tug, Death was yanked off his feet and fell to the ground with a resounding thud. You let out a low, mocking chuckle as you approached him, your sword burning with an otherworldly glow clutched in your claws—the only weapon capable of striking a true blow to Death and ending him.

With surprising agility for one so large, the black wolf rolled onto his back, his cloak fluttering around him like a living shadow. He chuckled, the sound echoing off the alley walls, sending a shiver down your spine. "Ah, the fire in your veins, so bright, so fierce," he mused, his voice now a low, rumbling growl. "But tell me, Muerte, have you ever truly faced the one who has seen the end of galaxies?"

Chuckling softly, you advanced with deliberate steps, the intense glow of your sword casting eerie shadows on the walls. You pressed the tip of the blade against Death’s throat, the cold steel biting into his skin. He was taller than you, yes, but that mattered little. The power and resolve in your eyes spoke volumes. You would have his blood on your hands before long, and there was no doubt in your mind that this time, Death’s reign was coming to an end.

He stared up at you, his red eyes unblinking and filled with a smoldering amusement. The tendrils of shadow retreated into his form, only to re-emerge as a pair of twisted, elongated arms that wrapped around your own, halting your deadly blow. "So eager to embrace oblivion," he murmured, his voice a mix of admiration and mockery. "But, my dear Muerte, your fiery spirit does not make you immune to the fate that awaits us all. In fact, it is what makes you so… delectable."

“You don’t say,” you teased, your voice dripping with a dark satisfaction. With a swift, decisive motion, you drove your sword through his arms, pinning him with a brutal efficiency. “I can do more than just this,” you added, the edge of your blade gleaming ominously as you let him feel the weight of your resolve. The scent of burning shadow filled the alley, a stark contrast to the usual urban odors.

He roared in pain, his form flickering between his anthropomorphic wolf and a more primal, monstrous version of himself, eyes now surrounded by additional ones that stretched down his snout. His tongue grew longer, and his teeth sharper. "You think you can best me, half-breed?" His guttural voice was filled with anger and challenge as the shadows grew denser around him. "You are but a fleeting spark in the endless void I govern!"

You released your human form, allowing your true self to emerge. A massive purple dragon rose from the shadows, its scales shimmering with an otherworldly iridescence. Fire roared in your belly, an inferno of defiance and power.

“I burn devils like you to the ground,” you growled, your voice echoing with primal fury. “Death has never claimed me before, and it never will again.” Your tail whipped through the air, knocking over a nearby dumpster with a deafening clang, sending trash flying. The alley was now a battleground of shadow and scale, of life and the looming specter of its end.

The black wolf chuckled, the sound a mix of pain and amusement, his eyes glinting with a fiery light. "You think your newfound power makes you invincible? That you can defy the very fabric of existence?"

Leaning down, you smiled. "yes. I've already made a deal with my own god. Yours will do nothing."

The whistling grew silent as the alley was filled with the heavy, anticipatory pause. The anthropomorphic black wolf before you, pinned by your blade, his primal form rippling with shadowy malice, seemed to shrink under the towering presence of your true dragon form. His crimson eyes searched yours, seeking the truth behind your words. The shadows grew denser around him, as if trying to shield him from your fiery gaze. "Ah, the arrogance of youth," he sneered, his voice now a hissing, echoing snarl. "You think a pact with your own deity shields you from me?"

With a sinister smile that seemed to split your dragon's face in two, you leaned down closer to the struggling black wolf, the heat from your nostrils making the fur on his snout sizzle. Your claws, now the size of swords, dug into the cold, unyielding stone of the alley, the sound of them scraping against the pavement like nails on a chalkboard. "Oh yes," you murmured, the words a seductive promise of pain and a grim acknowledgment of his fate. "Indeed," you repeated, your smile never wavering as you let the fire in your eyes flicker with the intensity of a thousand suns.

The anthropomorphic black wolf stared up at you, his pupils dilating as the shadowy tendrils retreated back into his body, his fur standing on end from the intense heat radiating from your dragon form. The alley, once a silent sanctuary, now reverberated with the harsh echo of your challenge. The neon lights above flickered and dimmed, as if the very essence of the city was aware of the ancient power that had just unfurled its wings. His grin was gone, replaced by a look of utter shock. "You… you're mocking me?" he managed to rasp, his voice a hiss of disbelief. "You dare to stand against the very force that has claimed the mightiest of beings?"

: You felt the alleyway shrink around you as your laughter, a thunderous sound that could shake the very foundations of the world, rolled out from your massive dragon form. It was a laugh filled with the weight of a hundred lifetimes, of countless escapes from the clutches of the grim reaper. "Oh, I'm not mocking you, 'Detah'," you rumbled, your breath hot and smoky as it washed over his snout. You leaned closer, your nose almost touching his, your blue eyes burning with the intensity of a star going supernova. "I'm reminding you," you whispered, "that I have danced with the void before, and I've always come out the victor."

With a surge of power that seemed to shake the very essence of the alley, you swiped your massive dragon claw across Death's chest, tearing through his cloak and the very fabric of his being. His eyes went wide with shock as you pinned him against the cold, damp bricks, the crimson blood seeping from his wound like a grim river of regret. "Now," you murmured, your voice a symphony of triumph and malice, "you're mine, Wolf."

His eyes, once a fiery red, had dulled to a lifeless black, and his body had gone limp beneath your mighty dragon form. A soft whimper escaped his muzzle, a sound that was at once pitiful and haunting. For a brief moment, the alley was still, the air thick with the smell of burnt shadow and the coppery tang of blood. You leaned closer, the warmth of your breath mingling with the cold emanating from his wounds. Your forked tongue slithered out, caressing his snout with a gentle touch that belied the ferocity of the battle that had just unfolded. He responded with a kiss that was more of a desperate clinging than a show of affection, his teeth grazing against your scales in a silent plea for mercy. But mercy was not yours to give, not to one such as he. You smirked, the fire in your eyes dimming to a smolder as you tasted the sweet victory of his defeat. "You've played your games, Wolf," you rumbled, your voice deep and resonant with power. "But now, the tables have turned."

He whimpered again, his body trembling beneath the weight of your dragon's claw. He knew what you were, what you had become. The alley's shadows danced with the flicker of your purple scales, casting an eerie glow over his defeated form. With a strange mix of fear and fascination, he turned his neck to you, offering the soft, vulnerable flesh. You leaned in, your teeth grazing his fur, and then with a swift motion, you clamped down, piercing his skin. You didn't want to kill him, no, not yet. You wanted to show him the true nature of power, of dominance. The warm, metallic taste of his blood filled your mouth, a bittersweet victory that only served to fuel your hunger for more. After a brief, savoring moment, you released him, licking the wound clean. "Come on, love," you murmured, your voice a low purr of satisfaction. "Let's leave this place."

[queenofdragons12]

Secluded Desires

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, consensual group sex, and intimate language.

Summary: In a secluded beach setting, the General and her loyal squad indulge in a passionate and intense encounter, exploring their deep connections and desires. As boundaries blur and affection intertwines with pleasure, the group revels in their exclusive intimacy, affirming their bond and mutual love amidst the heat of the moment.

Pairings: Hunter x General, Wrecker x General, Crosshair x General, Tech x General, Echo x General

As the leader of the Bad Batch, the challenges you faced extended beyond mere difficulty in a traditional sense. Your role required a delicate balance of emotions intertwined with duty. Initially, it felt natural to stand alongside your comrades, offering assistance and protection whenever they required it. However, the dynamics began to shift as emotions started to surface and evolve.

It became apparent that Anakin had orchestrated this path for you, foreseeing the inevitable emotional connection that would form between you and the charming yet sometimes naive clones under your command. It seemed as though Anakin possessed a deep understanding of your character, almost as if he had always anticipated this outcome.

The realization of your growing fondness for your troops brought about a new layer of complexity to your leadership. The line between duty and personal attachment blurred, presenting you with a unique set of challenges that tested not only your tactical skills but also your emotional resilience. In this evolving dynamic, you found yourself grappling with the intricacies of loyalty, camaraderie, and the vulnerability that comes with forming meaningful connections in the midst of conflict.

As you reclined on the sunbed, basking in the warmth of the sun's gentle embrace, you witnessed the mesmerizing sight of the sun cascading over the horizon, painting the sky in a myriad of hues. The golden rays danced across the sandy shoreline, creating a shimmering spectacle that captivated your senses. Dressed in a bikini carefully crafted by Padme's renowned tailor, you felt a sense of elegance and allure wash over you.

Padme, with her impeccable taste, had selected this bikini specifically for your getaway with the boys, assuring you that it would be the epitome of perfection for the occasion. The fabric hugged your curves in all the right places, accentuating your figure in a way that made you feel confident and radiant. In that moment, you couldn't help but admire how this ensemble enhanced your natural beauty, making you feel more alluring than ever before.

"You gonna laze and soak up the sun all day, General, or are you going to bathe with us?" inquired the gravelly voice of Hunter. You raised your gaze to meet his, your eyes (e/c) flashing in the sunlight filtering through the brim of your sunhat. "Sure, I can join," you replied as you gracefully rose to your feet, moving with the poise and elegance befitting a princess. This refinement had become second nature to you ever since you arrived from Westreos; you embodied the image of the princess they all admired and adored.

As you listened intently, the sound of a hunter's grunt resonated in the air, causing a subtle shiver to run down your spine. You couldn't help but notice the subtle cues that hinted at the boys' growing awareness of your presence, particularly attuned to the nuances of your body. The hunter seemed to possess a certain ease in deciphering these signals compared to the others, yet they all displayed a heightened sensitivity towards you.

With a sense of purpose, you made your way towards the water's edge, each step deliberate and measured. As you immersed yourself in the cool embrace of the water, it enveloped you like a protective cocoon, akin to a dragon mother tending to her precious newborn hatchling. The gentle caress of the water against your skin was both soothing and empowering, instilling a sense of calm and strength within you.

As you hummed softly, the vibration of your melody was interrupted when Wrecker's strong hands enveloped your hips, pulling you closer against his glistening, muscular frame. "Hey, the general's out," he called out to Crosshair and Tech, who were engaged in a game of volleyball at a distance. You couldn't help but admire the way each of their bodies moved with grace and power, a sight that captivated you.

Echo approached, his scowl-link showing signs of wear from the salty water, prompting you to extend your hand and delicately repair it with a touch, causing his fingers to glow briefly. "There," you stated with conviction, ensuring everything was in working order before deftly slipping out of Wrecker's grasp, causing the gentle giant to release his hold. The moment was a blend of camaraderie and skill, a dance of teamwork and mutual understanding among your group.

As Hunter emerged, a radiant smile graced his features, drawing an equally warm smile from you in response. With a graceful motion, you unfurled your majestic wings, their obsidian scales shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight before you ascended into the sky with effortless grace. "Hey, General," Crosshair greeted you as you hovered above, a playful chuckle escaping your lips before you descended swiftly into the clear waters below. Emerging from the depths with a fluid and captivating movement, the onlookers' breath caught in awe at the mesmerizing display before them.

As you listened keenly, a mysterious sound reached your ears, followed by the piercing scream of a child and the menacing growl of a predator lurking nearby. Your eyes narrowed instinctively, and your body reacted with swift precision, muscles tensing and rippling beneath your skin as a formidable creature emerged, tearing apart the flimsy remnants of a bikini with ease. Unfazed by the shredded clothing, you stood your ground confidently.

In a dramatic turn of events, a colossal dragon swooped low over the water, its dark wings slicing through the tranquil surface, creating tumultuous ripples. A blaze of fiery orange erupted from the dragon's maw, engulfing a circling shark that posed a threat to a young Padawan, reducing it to mere fragments in an instant.

With a swift and decisive motion, you dove into the water, reaching out to the frightened child with a reassuring touch. "Are you alright, young one?" you inquired gently, receiving a nod of confirmation from the relieved child. Allowing the child to swim back to safety, you watched as he reunited with his father, who expressed gratitude with a warm smile. "Well done, General! Your actions have not gone unnoticed," praised the father, acknowledging your heroic deeds with admiration.

With a sharp nod, you gracefully retraced your steps to rejoin the group, their intense stares fixed on you.

"You scared us," Hunter remarked, his hand instinctively resting on your hip as you nonchalantly shrugged. It was only then that you realized your state of complete nudity, causing you to let out a resigned sigh.

Swiftly snapping your fingers, a more elaborate attire materialized, replacing your exposed form with a lingerie set that modestly covered your chest and intimate areas. Crosshair couldn't help but groan in frustration, his voice edged with a mix of amusement and annoyance, "General, are you trying to tease us or something?" he growled, his eyes narrowing in disbelief.

You laughed, the sound soft and inviting, as you sauntered up to him, your gaze traveling up and down his form. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Cross?" you teased, your voice a seductive purr. Without waiting for his response, you turned and walked away, every step deliberate, knowing full well the eyes of the boys were locked on you. A smirk tugged at your lips—you finally had their attention. And you reveled in it.

As you bent over to apply some sunscreen, rough hands settled on your hips, sending a shiver up your spine. You gasped in surprise as a warm breath caressed your bare back. "You really think it's safe to tease us, General? You have no idea what we’re capable of," Hunter’s voice was low and menacing.

You stiffened in his grasp, your body reacting instinctively as you glanced over to see the rest of the group had gathered. “Heh, not as sharp-tongued as I thought you were, General,” Corsshiar teased, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and desire.

He moved closer and captured your lips in a hot, steamy kiss. You let out a muffled grunt, caught off guard by the intensity. You had been teasing the guys for a while now, but you never imagined it would escalate to this. The kiss was fierce, passionate, and all-consuming, leaving you breathless and disoriented, a blend of surprise and desire washing over you.

Hunter nibbled at your shoulder, sending jolts of sensation through your body. Echo, Wrecker, and Tech soon joined in, their presence overwhelming and electrifying. "You want this, Mel’sha?" Hunter’s voice was a hushed murmur against your ear, his breath hot and tantalizing.

You shuddered, your head falling back against his chest as you surrendered to the moment. “Yes,” you breathed out, the word barely escaping your lips, filled with need and anticipation.

Tech adjusted his glasses with a knowing smile. “See? Her body’s reacting to us far more than it ever did to the regs,” he observed with a clinical detachment.

Your eyes widened in surprise as you absorbed his words. Your body, attuned and responsive to the clones in ways it never was with others, seemed to make its own rules. The realization left you breathless, your earlier doubts swept away in the current of desire.

Soon, Hunter’s hands ventured lower, exploring your body with deliberate, teasing touches. Crosshair pulled back from the kiss, a trail of mingled saliva connecting your lips as he looked at you with a smirk. “Heh, look at you, General—all hot and bothered for us, hmm?” His voice was laced with satisfaction as he assisted Hunter in guiding you onto the sunbed.

Wrecker moved in next, taking a seat beside you and positioning you over his already eager cock. The sense of dominance and possessiveness from the group left you trembling, overwhelmed by the heat and intensity of the moment.

You let out a sharp gasp as Wrecker's cock parted your folds, filling you completely. The sensation was intense, your pussy throbbing in response to his intrusion. Hunter inhaled deeply, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. “You smell so good, Cyri’ka,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with desire.

He dropped to his knees, his attention focused solely on you, while the others began to reveal their cocks from their briefs. As they prepared to take their turns, Hunter looked up at you with a mixture of concern and anticipation. “You sure you’re okay with this? If you’re not, we’ll stop,” he offered, his tone sincere amidst the heat of the moment.

You laughed, your eyes opening despite the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. You met Hunter's earnest gaze, then looked at the others in turn. “I want this,” you said, your voice steady and sincere. “And I’m not just saying it because of the heat of the moment. I love you guys.”

A shy smile tugged at your lips as you continued, “I’ve always felt this way, I guess.” The depth of your feelings was clear, blending seamlessly with the passion of the moment.

Crosshair’s lips brushed against your neck as he whispered, “That’s good to hear, General. The feeling’s mutual.” His words were a reassuring promise amidst the passion.

Hunter wasted no time, positioning himself to taste you, his tongue exploring every inch with skilled precision. Wrecker’s cock was firmly buried inside you, adding to the overwhelming sensations. Meanwhile, Tech and Echo focused on your nipples, their fingers teasing and tweaking, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. Crosshair, not to be left out, pressed his body against your back, his rhythm matching the others as he thrust against you, each movement harmonizing with the intense symphony of pleasure.

You let out growls of pleasure, the sensations nearly overwhelming you. At times, you almost accidentally struck Hunter with your tail, especially when he focused particularly hard on your sensitive bud. Wrecker grunted in response, his hands guiding your hips to move against his in perfect rhythm. Each thrust was just the right amount of stretch, driving you further into ecstasy.

It felt oddly surreal to be having sex on a beach, especially when you were supposed to be surrounded by other people. Yet, somehow, the Maker seemed to have arranged things perfectly for you today. The beach was deserted, and you had this beautiful, secluded space all to yourselves, enhancing the intimate and exhilarating experience.

The touches and sensations intensified, driving you to the edge. As Tech’s skilled hands worked their magic, you felt the knot of tension inside you finally snap. A surge of hot, sticky pleasure erupted from you, staining Hunter’s face with your release. He grunted in relief, the look of satisfaction clear on his expression, while the others laughed.

“Seems the dragoness isn’t so strong after all,” Wrecker teased, his voice filled with playful mockery. Then, with a powerful thrust, he let go and drove into you with renewed force. You yelped as his own hot release poured into you, the intensity of his pleasure mingling with yours, making the experience even more electrifying.

Hunter stood with his cock erect, a teasing smirk on his face. “You sure you want to take us all?” he challenged, his eyes glinting with playful arrogance.

You growled in response, standing tall and slick, with seed dripping from your pussy. Your voice was filled with confident determination as you answered, “Sure can, Sergeant. Now get on your knees.” Your commanding tone left no room for argument, adding to the heated intensity of the moment.

Shuddering, Hunter obeyed your command, sinking to his knees as you took charge. The others moved into different positions, each taking their turn as you expertly milked them. After a few cycles of pleasure and release, you finally lay back on Wrecker's belly, his softening cock nudging against your stomach.

“You got more in you, big guy?” you teased, rubbing his chest affectionately. He chuckled, his voice warm with satisfaction. “Sure, I do. I can’t really hold it when you’re laying here naked with me, General.” He placed a tender kiss on your temple, his touch gentle and loving.

Hunter rested atop your bum, a content smile on his face as he looked genuinely spent and happy. Crosshair had taken to sucking on your breasts, his need to remain close evident. Tech and Echo had settled on their own towels on the sands, their bodies relaxed and at ease after the intense experience.

The scene was a beautiful blend of intimacy and relaxation, each of you basking in the afterglow of your shared passion.

“I love you, boys,” you murmured, closing your eyes as a wave of contentment washed over you. As you drifted away into sleep, their rumbling voices echoed softly around you.

“We love you too, General,” they replied, their words filled with warmth and affection. With their declarations lingering in your ears, sleep gently claimed you, enveloping you in a cocoon of love and satisfaction.

[queenofdragons12]

𝙁𝙀𝘼𝙍 𝙈𝙀 𝙊𝙍 𝘿𝙄𝙀, the bad batch

It shouldn't be like this, you weren't meant to be here. But the Jedi Council sent you to Kallar, to a place where you could feel something was wrong, so wrong. The Force whispered of shadows clinging to the bright tapestries of life; of a dissonance threading through the melody of the universe. You stepped cautiously on this unfamiliar ground, senses heightened, knowing that whatever awaited was more than it seemed.

Your wings, black as the void between stars and speckled with their glittering essence, sliced through the crisp air. You soared above a winter wonderland that was anything but peaceful. Below, a young Padawan dashed along a snowy path, his breath puffing out in frantic clouds, with a squad of all-too-familiar troopers on his heels.

Stars and curses, you mused with a hint of amusement, your inner dragon itching for a bit of chaos. With a roar that could rival the fiercest space storm, you announced your presence. The droids, those clanking metal menaces, swiveled their heads towards the forest from whence you emerged like some mythic beast from the tales of old.

With the grace of a ballet dancer and the precision of a Jedi Knight, you positioned yourself directly above them. A mere flick of your majestic wings sent you gliding into attack position. Then, with a dramatic flair worthy of the grandest stage, you unleashed a torrent of blue fire from your maw, turning the droids into a scrapyard bonfire.

Just then, as if on cue for comedic relief, the Bad Batch bulldozed through the trees, each member looking more bewildered than the last. "Talk about making an entrance," one of them quipped, eyeing the fiery spectacle you'd created.

The biggest of them, Wrecker, let out a dismayed sound that could only be described as the most endearing grunt of surprise. The other troopers just triangulated their gazes as you landed with a thud on the snowy ground, sending a flurry of white powder in all directions.

The Padawan rushed up to you, embracing your leg with the fearlessness of youth. "Nightshaper, you're here!" he beamed up at you, his eyes shining with relief and admiration. You purred, a deep, gurgling sound vibrating from your throat, and dipped your massive head to give the brave young Padawan a gentle nudge. It was a moment of warmth amidst the cold, a touch of humor in the face of danger—a perfect snapshot of the chaos you both lived for.

You turned to face the Batch, young Caleb still clinging to your leg. "Hello again," you said, your voice as smooth as a river and as glorious as birdsong. The Batch exchanged puzzled looks.

"Uh, do we know you?" asked Echo, his visor reflecting a hint of confusion.

You snorted, smoke curling around your black horns in an almost playful display of your power. Stepping forward, Caleb got the hint and released his grip on you.

"You do," you affirmed, lowering your head to meet the gaze of all five men. Your presence was undeniable, a force of nature with a touch of mystery, and a sense of humor that seemed to dance in the air like the very smoke that wreathed your horns.

"Don't think we do," Crosshair retorted, his arms crossed as he studied you from top to bottom with that sharpshooter's scrutiny. "And you took out our objective."

His words were pointed, but there was a flicker of intrigue behind that stoic facade. He might not remember you, but your actions had certainly made an impression.

A chuckle made the troopers freeze up before they realized it was you. Your forked tongue flicked out to lick the air, playfully catching a snowflake that melted instantly. You smirked and turned to face Hunter, the leader of this batch of clones.

"Surely the leader of this batch remembers the scent of the Indoraptor that saved their sorry asses," you teased with a hint of mirth in your voice, reminding them of past adventures where your paths had crossed—and where you had been the difference between their victory and defeat.

Hunter's head tilted slightly, a silent question forming as his eyes narrowed. Then, with a sharp intake of breath that cut through the cold air, he reached up and pulled off his helmet. "Nyx? Is it really you? I thought you died," he said, his voice a mix of shock and a hope he hadn't felt in a long time.

The rest of the Batch seemed to turn to stone, the news hitting them like a blaster bolt. "Nyx?" Tech repeated, his hand absentmindedly going to his head, pushing back against the logic that had been challenged. "That can't be possible. The reports... they all confirmed her death at Mandalore."

The moment hung between them, heavy with the ghosts of past battles and the weight of a history rewritten. There you were, Nyx, the shadow that had slipped through death's fingers, standing before them as if conjured from their deepest memories—a tale not yet finished.

Your throat bobbed, and they all watched as your head tipped up, snout to the air, in that characteristic way of yours. Laughter rang out, smooth and playful as always, filling the space between the snowflakes.

"It is me, Tech. Trust me," you said, your voice carrying the warmth of familiarity. "And those reports are overly exaggerated. I didn't die; I simply..." You trailed off, a dramatic pause hanging in the air before you lifted a claw. It was sharp, pristine white ivory that gleamed even under the muted light, a testament to transformation. "Transformed."

Wrecker's laughter, a deep and infectious rumble, filled the air as he stepped forward, arms outstretched to embrace you in his customary bear hug. However, Crosshair, ever the embodiment of caution, extended an arm to halt his brother-in-arms. "That can't be possible. No one survives a gunfight like that, least of all Nyx," he stated with a cool detachment, his voice a fortress of skepticism.

Your gaze, sharp and piercing as shards of ice, locked onto him. With measured grace, you closed the distance between you until your snout barely grazed the cold metal of his chest armor. "I knew you'd be the pessimist, little Cross. You always were," you taunted, your tone laced with a playful edge. "You don't remember when I made you cry out my name, do you?"

The words hung heavy, a challenge thrown down before him. A flush crept up Crosshair's neck, a rare show of emotion from the stoic sniper, yet he remained motionless, a statue under your scrutiny.

With a subtle flare of your nostrils and a knowing smirk playing on your lips, you circled your tongue around your jaws, a casual display of confidence. "Huh. That's what I thought," you declared, leaving no room for doubt, your presence commanding the respect of legends whispered in the halls of soldiers.

You turned to the others with a warm smile softening your features. "But I am here, and I am back. Sorry it took so long to find you," you said, your voice carrying the weight of unspoken stories and the warmth of rekindled camaraderie. The sincerity in your tone bridged the gap of time and battle, reaffirming bonds that had never truly been severed.

Hunter reached out, pressing a hand to your snout with a familiarity that spoke of shared history. You purred, allowing yourself a moment of vulnerability as you closed your eyes, just taking in his scent. It was comforting, familiar, and you realized just how much you had missed it—missed their scent. The unique blend of each member of the Batch was a reminder of the camaraderie you once shared, now reignited in this unexpected reunion.

And in that moment, with the warmth of connection and the silent vows exchanged through touch and presence, you knew—you would never, ever leave them again.

[queenofdragons12]

Blackfyre's Sacrifice | Indiana Jones

Pairing: Indiana Jones X Reader

Warnings: Violence, Injury, Blood

Word Count: 1,029 words

You were soaring through the sky just after a thrilling escapade when your keen eyes caught sight of an airplane perilously close to crashing into a towering mountain. Your heart skipped a beat and you gasped in shock, but without a second thought, instinct took over. You reached out with sheer determination and summoned the force within you, drawing the aircraft away from its deadly trajectory at the last possible moment.

The two men inside the cockpit screamed in terror as they saw their impending doom diverted by an unseen power. With a flick of your claws, you deftly redirected the plane away from the jagged peaks and guided it towards the vast expanse of plains below. The aircraft wobbled precariously but began to stabilize under your control.

You spiraled downwards in tight circles, closely following their descent to ensure their safety. The adrenaline coursed through your veins as you maneuvered with precision and grace amidst the open skies, determined to see them safely land on solid ground once more.

Soon enough, the aircraft touched down on the plains, but just as relief began to set in, a whistling sound sliced through the air. You turned your head swiftly and opened your maw wide, biting down hard on a small metallic pellet that had been fired at you. The taste was bitter and metallic. You spat it out with force and quickly banked hard to avoid another incoming projectile.

Your claws dug into the sparse and hardened grass below as you landed with a skidding halt. A sharp cough escaped your throat from the unexpected assault. The two men who had been aboard the human airplane watched in stunned silence, their eyes wide with fear and awe.

Turning your head sharply toward the source of the attack, you spotted a large floating balloon drifting ominously in the sky. A low growl rumbled from deep within your chest as you snapped your jaws open again, releasing a searing jet of hot fire toward it—a warning shot that narrowly missed its target by design.

The balloon backed away rapidly, clearly intimidated by your fierce display of power. However, you noticed with satisfaction that you'd managed to singe its fabric; smoke trailed behind it as it began its inevitable descent. Your message was clear: any further aggression would not be tolerated.

As you watched it retreating hastily towards the horizon, you stood guard over the plane and its passengers ensuring their safety amidst this new threat from above.

You turned toward the two humans and cocked your head curiously at them. Recognition sparked in your eyes as you realized you'd seen at least one of them before. "Indy," you crooned, your voice a mixture of warmth and amusement.

The younger man, his face handsome and familiar, looked up at you with wide eyes that quickly softened into a smile of recognition. "I... yes, it's you, isn't it? The monster from the Temple of Doom," he asked, his voice filled with both awe and relief.

A chuckle rumbled through your chest as you leaned in closer, gently touching your snout to his forehead in a sign of camaraderie. The gesture was tender despite your formidable appearance, and it seemed to reassure him that there was no reason to fear.

"Indeed," you replied softly, enjoying the moment of connection amidst the chaos. His companion looked on with a mixture of curiosity and respect as he realized that this was not just any encounter but a reunion between old acquaintances forged through extraordinary circumstances.

As the tension eased, the bond between human and creature strengthened once more—an unspoken promise that together they could face whatever new dangers might come their way.

He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with surprise and genuine delight. "I didn't think I'd see you again. And, umm, what's your name?" he asked.

You couldn't help but let out a soft laugh as you stepped back and flared your wings dramatically, showing off the intricate patterns and colors hidden beneath them. With a graceful bend of one talon, you bowed deeply. "My name is Blackfyre," you said proudly.

Straightening up, you turned your attention to the older man standing beside Indy. "And you are?" you inquired with a curious tilt of your head.

The older man smiled warmly and returned the bow with equal respect. "I'm Dr. Henry Jones, this bugger's father," he introduced himself, nodding toward his son.

You snorted, a plume of smoke escaping your nostrils. "I see. Well then, it's great to meet you, sir, but I believe those other humans with the planes will try to kill you. I would suggest getting away from this place," you advised, flicking your tail for emphasis.

Indy looked up into your eyes, just as he had the first time you'd met—not in the Temple of Doom but during another perilous adventure. "Why don't you come with us? We could really use your help," he suggested, stammering slightly as his gaze shifted between his father and the sky above.

The sound of approaching propellers grew louder, signaling imminent danger. You growled deeply and raised one claw to halt their movements. "Wait."

Without further hesitation, you took off vertically into the sky, your wings beating powerfully against the air. The attackers who had tried to shoot down Indy and Dr. Jones were about to receive a rude awakening.

Your jaws snapped open wide, teeth gleaming menacingly as a stream of fire erupted forth. The nearest plane was engulfed in flames almost instantly; its passengers screamed in terror as they frantically tried to stamp out the fire that clung tenaciously to them—only for it to consume them entirely.

The plane veered wildly out of control before crashing not far below you in a ball of fiery wreckage. You turned sharply toward another attacking aircraft when suddenly a sharp pain bloomed at your wing joint.

A hiss escaped your throat as agony flared through your body—a bullet had struck true and deep into sensitive flesh. You screeched in pain and fury, momentarily faltering in mid-air but quickly regaining balance through sheer force of will.

Despite the injury, determination burned hotter than ever within you; these aggressors would pay dearly for their audacity.

With one wing tucked painfully into your body, you summoned another burst of fire, aiming at the attacking plane. The fiery stream caught its wing, sending it careening off course. However, in its wild trajectory, it clipped your tail. You roared in pain and this time couldn't maintain altitude.

You crashed down just behind Indy and his father, the impact shaking the ground beneath you. "No!" shouted Indy, his voice cutting through the roar of blood pounding in your ears.

Through blurry vision and a haze of pain, you heard footsteps approaching rapidly. "I'm... I'm fine," you managed to say, though each word was a struggle against the agony searing through your body.

"No, no you're not," Dr. Jones countered firmly as he tugged a cloth from around his neck and pressed it against the bleeding wound on your wing.

"I said... really... I'm fine," you grunted stubbornly as you attempted to stand up. Blood trickled down over your black scales like rivulets of crimson rain. You hissed with effort and lifted your injured wing gingerly; even so much as moving, it sent waves of pain rippling through you.

Though standing proved difficult—your legs felt weak and unsteady—you were determined not to show how dire your condition truly was. Indy looked at you with deep concern etched into his features; after all these years of facing danger together, he knew when something was seriously wrong.

But despite everything, you didn't want Indy to worry about you—he had enough on his plate looking after himself and his father amidst this chaos. Summoning every ounce of strength left within you, both physical and mental, you met Indy's gaze steadily.

"Take care... of each other," were all the words that escaped before another wave of dizziness hit hard—a reminder that while courage might be boundless for those who possess it deeply enough—it doesn't make them invincible.

[queenofdragons12]

The Dragon's Hoard | Indiana Jones

Pairing: Indiana Jones/Original Female Character

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Mature Themes, Fantasy Elements

Word Count: 1,021

A flitting shadow, dark as midnight, rose to meet Indiana Jones' keen sight, and he gasped in surprise - so did his companions Willie Scott and Short Round. Suddenly, a massive, scaly talon, sharp as a butcher's cleaver, clamped down with earth-shaking force at the very lip of the smoldering pit, where rivers of molten lava bubbled and hissed.

Soon, a head the size of a small car emerged from the shadows, a nightmarish fusion of reptile and bat, with leathery skin pulled tight over a skull that seemed almost human in its cruel intelligence. Two baleful, glowing red eyes, like the coals of a dying fire, glared out at the humans, who all screamed "No!" in terror.

The shaman, a wizened old man with a face like a gnarled tree stump, approached the abomination, chanting in a guttural, inhuman tongue. The beast turned its hideous head, sensing the humans' presence, and a guttural, earth-shaking growl curled around the air, like the rumbling of an oncoming train. Indiana Jones swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry as a bone. "W-what is that thing?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

The beast growled and bared its jagged teeth at the shaman, who whispered and left with his lackeys and the cult members who worshipped the god of death, Kali. The creature rose fully out of the lava, its black scales shimmering, red sails swishing atop its head. Its unblinking red eyes fixed Indiana Jones with a piercing glare. "You are not welcome here, Dr. Jones," it growled, its forked tongue slithering out to taste the air. "I…I'm sorry, mistress," Indiana stammered. The beast snorted. "Sure you are. You're here for the stones, are you not? My eggs?" It then thumped its tail around the humans, curling them up. "Well, you may get them, but they will never hatch in this flea-infested place anyway. Now leave, before I decide to have you for dinner!"

Indiana and his friends were trapped, but they knew they had to find a way to escape the beast's lair and retrieve the mysterious stones before the cult could use them for their dark purposes. The creature's warning only made them more determined to uncover the truth behind the ancient artifact and stop the evil forces at work. With his trademark wit and resourcefulness, Indiana would have to outwit both the Nazis and this fearsome reptilian guardian to save the day once again.

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As Indiana Jones and his companions fled with the three stones in their bag, I sighed and curled my tongue around the horn on my snout. Finally, I thought to myself. Now I can kill that insidious shaman and his followers who have been pestering me for decades. I turned to face the statue of the nasty god, and then let out a blood-curdling scream as fire tore out of my throat, engulfing the wasteland in a red haze, melting it.

I looked up and laughed, my tail cracking down like a whip, and a hiss escaped my lips as the shaman came running out, screaming, "No, no, no, Kali, no!" I hissed and, without really thinking about it, snapped my jaws shut on his head, devouring him alive. The taste of his terror was exquisite, and I savored every morsel of his screams as I consumed him.

As I crawled out of my hole and followed the scent of Indiana Jones and his companions, I emerged into sunlight that my scales hadn't felt in over a thousand years. "Oh god," whispered a feminine voice, and I snapped my head around, rearing up onto my back legs, teeth bared menacingly.

"No, no, don't hurt her!" stammered Indiana, approaching with his hands raised, the bag of my precious eggs still clutched in his grip. The little kid was there too, and I fixed him with my glowing red eyes. "I see you haven't moved far. Don't you get what you wanted? No—" I stopped short when I saw the shaman's warriors rushing down the hill towards us, and I roared, rising to my full height and spreading my massive, ebony wings.

Without thinking, I unleashed a torrent of searing flame from my cavernous maw, the inferno raging towards the approaching cult members. Their anguished screams pierced the air as they were consumed by the relentless blaze, their flesh melting from their bones. The stench of charred meat hung heavy in the atmosphere, mingling with the acrid stench of smoke.

I turned my attention back to Indiana Jones and his companions, a low, rumbling growl emanating from deep within my chest. The woman cowered in fear, her eyes wide with terror, while the boy stood his ground, his young face set in a mask of determination. Indiana, to his credit, held his ground, meeting my gaze unflinchingly.

"Listen to me," he said, his voice surprisingly steady. "We don't want any trouble. We just want to return these eggs to their rightful place." He held up the bag, and I could feel the faint stirrings of life within. A sense of protectiveness washed over me, and I let out a huff of air, the flames in my throat dying down.

I regarded them for a long moment, weighing my options. These humans had proven themselves to be resourceful and brave, and they had shown respect for my eggs. With a reluctant nod, I gestured with my head towards the path leading deeper into the valley, a clear invitation for them to continue on their way.

Indiana nodded in understanding, and with a final glance back at me, he led his companions down the path, the bag of eggs clutched tightly in his hand. I watched them go, a sense of relief washing over me. My eggs were safe, and the meddlesome cult had been dealt with. With a contented rumble, I turned and made my way back to my lair, ready to settle in for a well-deserved rest.

[queenofdragons12]

Claimed by Many | Various

Pairing: Mel'æsa/Rex (and implied polyamorous relationships with Anakin, Obi-Wan, and others)

Word Count: 346 words

Warnings:

Mature themes

Explicit content

Polyamory/non-monogamy

Graphic sexual descriptions

Possible triggers for those uncomfortable with non-consensual or group sexual situations (although consent is implied in this passage)

As you labored to climb the steep slope, your chest heaved with exhaustion, your scales glistening with dew-kissed mist. The air was alive with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers, and the soft chirping of insects provided a gentle melody to accompany your ascent. Your claws dug into the damp earth, propelling you upward toward the revered mating spot where your kin would gather to flaunt their majesty. The clearing came into view, and you spotted four dragons already present, their vibrant scales glinting in the fading light of day. Two blues and two reds stood poised, their eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and nervous energy.

However, your parents were noticeably absent. They had long since passed their prime mating years and now observed from a distance, offering guidance and wisdom to the younger generations. You let out a deep huff, a plume of misty air escaping your nostrils as you surveyed the gathering.

Just then, you spotted Bell and Blue approaching from the periphery of the clearing. Bell's SilkWing heritage was evident in her slender build and iridescent scales that shimmered like moonlit silk. Blue, on the other hand, sported a goofy grin on his snout, his usual sharp features softened by an unmistakable haze of intoxication.

You turned to Bell, concern etched on your face. "What's wrong with Blue?" you asked, your voice low and urgent.

Bell shook her head sympathetically. "I don't know," she replied, her voice tinged with worry. "I think he drank some of that special brine they serve here to make things more... interesting." Her eyes darted toward Blue, who stumbled slightly as he walked toward you.

The brine in question was notorious for its potency among dragonkind. It was said to heighten senses and lower inhibitions, making it easier for potential mates to connect on a deeper level. However, it also carried risks – as evidenced by Blue's current state.

You watched as Blue lurched closer, his usually keen gaze now glassy and unfocused. A pang of concern struck your heart; this was not how you wanted this evening to unfold.

Bell's enthusiastic words spilled out in a rush, her excitement palpable as she grasped your talons. "Come on, I'm sure you'd want to get ready for tonight, right? I mean, it's mating night and some of the dancers are going to be so cool!" Her eyes sparkled like polished gemstones as she preened her delicate butterfly-like wings, puffing them up with a soft rustle.

You couldn't help but chuckle at her infectious energy, but your amusement was short-lived. Your gaze drifted back to Blue, who was now stumbling about the clearing, his usually agile body swaying unsteadily. Your concern for your friend's well-being took precedence over the festivities.

"Wait about that," you said, gently extricating your talons from Bell's grasp. "What about Blue? We can't let him stay here when he's drunk." You nodded toward Blue, who was now attempting to dance but ended up staggering into a nearby bush.

Bell's face fell as she followed your gaze. Her expression softened with concern, and she hurriedly nodded in agreement. "Oh no, you're right! We can't leave him like that." She fluttered her wings anxiously, as if preparing to take flight.

Together, you approached Blue, who looked up at you with a bleary-eyed grin. His usual sharp wit and cunning were nowhere to be seen, replaced by a sloppy enthusiasm that made you worry for his safety.

"Hey… guys," he slurred, his voice barely above a whisper. "Wanna… dance… wif me?" He lurched forward, nearly falling over before catching himself on a nearby tree trunk.

You exchanged a worried glance with Bell. It was clear that Blue needed their help – and fast – before things got any worse.

You reached out to help Blue, but that's what made him snap. He lunged at you, pinning you down in the grass with his wings splayed out and legs spread wide. "Ack, Blue!" you called out, startled, but your protest was short-lived.

Before you could react, he pressed his mouth to yours, kissing you hard and deep. You let out a surprised moan as his talons roamed all over your body, sending shivers down your spine. Your mind raced with thoughts of, Damn, am I about to lose my virginity to my best friend? But then you laughed inwardly and let him continue.

After all, Blue was drunk – he wouldn't remember this in the morning. And even if he did, he wouldn't be able to take things further in his current state. You relaxed into the kiss, letting him explore your mouth with his tongue.

As the kiss deepened, you felt a thrill run through your veins. It was strange to be kissed by your best friend like this, but it was also kind of… exciting? You pushed the thought aside and focused on the sensation of Blue's lips on yours.

For a moment, you forgot about the mating night festivities and the other dragons watching from the sidelines. All that mattered was the warmth of Blue's body pressed against yours and the way his talons sent shivers down your spine.

But as the kiss lingered on, you couldn't shake off the feeling that this might be more than just a drunken mistake…

Someone ripped Blue off you, and he yelped as a dark mass obscured your vision. A talon pressed down on your shoulder, helping you up, and you heard a gravelly voice ask, "You okay?" You turned to see Rex standing beside you, his tanned scales and dark brown eyes illuminated by the glow of the lamps strung overhead.

"Y-yes, I'm fine," you stammered, still trying to process what had just happened.

Rex smiled and nudged you backwards, and that's when you finally saw who had dragged Blue off of you. It was Anakin, his black wings spread wide and teeth bared in a snarl. "Anakin, no!" you called out, lunging forward to grab his tail, but Rex held you back.

"Let them fight it out," he said, his claws trailing along your spine as he held you in place. "It has been a long time coming."

You struggled against Rex's grip, worried about what might happen between Anakin and Blue. The two dragons faced off against each other, their eyes blazing with anger and aggression. The air was electric with tension as they circled each other, their wings rustling ominously.

Blue stumbled forward, still drunk but fueled by adrenaline. Anakin sneered at him, his tail twitching with agitation. You knew that look – it was the same one he got whenever he was about to unleash his fury.

Rex's grip on your shoulder tightened as if sensing your anxiety. "Don't worry," he whispered in your ear. "They need to settle this once and for all."

But as the two dragons clashed in a flurry of scales and claws, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. This wasn't just about Blue's drunken mistake – it was about years of pent-up rivalry and unresolved tensions between Anakin and Blue…

Rex's rumbling voice sent shivers down your spine as he whispered in your ear, "Let's go somewhere else, I can help you get your mind off of things." His tongue licked the shell of your ear, and you shuddered, nearly moaning right there and then. You weren't one to be easily dragged away, but Rex's proximity was making it hard to resist.

You started to protest, "No—" but before you could finish, a burst of hot fire soared right over your head. Rex pushed you down with his body resting atop yours, his wings flaring wide to block out the flames as another burst snapped the air wide.

"I think it's best we leave," he growled, his voice low and urgent.

You didn't need any further convincing. With Anakin and Blue still clashing in the background, Rex swept you up in his arms and took to the skies. The wind rushed past your face as he flew away from the chaos, leaving the sounds of snarling and roaring behind.

As you gazed up at Rex's determined expression, you felt a thrill run through your veins. You didn't know where he was taking you or what his intentions were, but for now, you were happy to be escaping the drama below.

The city lights blurred together as Rex flew over the rooftops, finally landing on a secluded rooftop garden surrounded by towering trees and lush greenery. The air was cool and quiet here, a welcome respite from the intensity of the mating night festivities.

Rex set you down on a plush couch nestled among the foliage, his eyes burning with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "So," he said, his voice low and husky. "What do you say we forget about tonight's drama and focus on something more… enjoyable?"

You blinked slowly, your eyelids fluttering like the delicate petals of a moonflower as you nodded in silent agreement. The thought of having Rex inside you sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but think of the majestic SkyWing dragons that soared through the skies. Why not bring that same sense of freedom and exhilaration to this intimate moment? You smiled softly, your lips curving upward as you reached out to cup Rex's cheek in your hand. The gentle touch sent sparks flying between you, and he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss.

As your mouths moved together, his lips softened, like rose petals unfolding in the morning dew. His body seemed to melt into yours, his muscles relaxing as he let out a contented sigh. The years of battle-hardened tension melted away, leaving behind a sense of vulnerability and trust. He groaned low in his throat as he began to rub himself against you, his slow movements sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

You gasped as suddenly you were swept backward, your body arching onto its back without any conscious thought. Rex followed effortlessly, his length pushing into you with a gentle yet insistent pressure. You felt yourself opening up to him, like a flower blooming under the warmth of the sun. As he slid deeper inside you, his eyes locked onto yours, burning with an intensity that left you breathless.

"Oh gods, you're tight as hell," he grunted, his cock throbbing inside you, the lines of his veins dragging against the fluttering walls of your pussy like a gentle summer breeze. "Ahhh" was all you managed to moan out as his hips snapped back and forth, his cock raging in and out of you with a primal intensity.

"Gods," he grunted again, his voice low and husky, as he leaned down to nuzzle the curve of your neck. His spine fluttered with each thrust, like a bird's wings beating rapidly in flight. "Why haven't I had you around me before? You take my cock like a good girl," he whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

You growled at the phrase, your eyes flashing with defiance. "Don't...understand me," you growled back, your voice low and menacing. "I'm not a...good little doll for you." The words dripped with venom, as if each syllable was laced with poison.

"Oh, I don't know," he teased, his honeyed eyes burning hot with lust as he gazed at you. "I think you are my good girl, mine and the general's..." His voice trailed off as he bit down on your neck, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through your veins. You let out a stifled moan as his cock continued to hit your G-spot, the head feeling enormous and almost enveloped by the ring of muscles there.

He moaned again, his body tensing as he thrust deeper into you. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," he chanted, his words becoming a mantra as he lost himself in the rhythm of their lovemaking. "You are so good, my...my good girl," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

You felt yourself slowly letting go, your body relaxing into the pleasure as your wings flared open behind you. The stars twinkled above like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse of the sky. Your slick began to gather at the entrance of your pussy before running down your lips and onto the grass beneath you.

"OH FUCK!" Rex finally lost it, snapping his hips at an unnatural rhythm even for a dragon. You moaned like you had nothing else to say, and then you finally let out a scream as your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave. "REX!" you called out his name as you came, your voice echoing through the night air.

He rocked back and forth, his body shuddering as he rode out his release, his seeds spilling into you and then overflowing down your thighs. "Oh, thank you, Mel'sha...thank you so much," he panted, his voice husky with exhaustion. "You don't know how much I've wanted to have you fluttering around me, have my cock stuffed in your pretty cunt...you have no idea..."

As he spoke, he leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lick the place where he had bitten you. The marks were clear as hell, a testament to the passion that had driven him to claim you so fiercely. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he gazed at the bruises, a possessive glint in their depths.

You chuckled, "I'm pretty sure I've had an idea, you know I have tight orce irhgt." His tension was palpable as his honeyed eyes darted away, his cheeks flushing deep red. Soon, his whole body grew hot again, and he muttered under his breath, "Oh fuck."

You chuckled before leaning up, grabbing his cheek in one taloned hand, and licking his cheek. "It's okay, Rexy. I've dreamed about you and the general too. You don't know how much I've wanted you two to take me to their other side...to claim me," you said with a sly smirk.

You bit at his lip, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "How much I've wanted to claim you two with your cocks stuffed deep in my pussy." The air was electric with tension as you gazed up at him, your eyes locked on his.

"Careful, Mel'æsa, I might as well call Anakin over here to have him fuck you senseless too," he warned, his voice low and husky. You laughed and lay back, your wings rustling slightly as you settled into the pillows. "That's fine with me, but I need to relax – my pussy can only take one cock at a time, right now," you said with a sly smile.

Rex's eyes warmed as he gazed at you. "You will really think about taking us both?" he asked, his voice laced with hope. You nodded, and he looked at you for a moment before speaking again. "My whole squadron too." You blinked in surprise. "Wait, wait – have your squadron been dreaming about me?" you asked, curiosity getting the better of you.

He nodded sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. "Uh, yeah... they have. We all have, in fact." He swallowed hard before continuing. "Obi-Wan's squadron as well." The air was thick with tension as the implications hung in the air.

You sighed contentedly and closed your eyes, a happy smile spreading across your face. "Well, then I know that I'm lucky tenfold," you said, your voice filled with satisfaction.

As you lay there, surrounded by the warmth and comfort of Rex's presence, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected turn of events. Who would have thought that being claimed by not one, but multiple powerful beings would bring you such joy?

The thought sent a thrill through you, and you felt your heart skip a beat as you imagined the possibilities. You knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in your life, one filled with passion, excitement, and adventure.

[queenofdragons12]

The Unexpected Bond | Elvis Presley

But now, as you find yourself face-to-face with the rock star king, your heart pounds with uncertainty. You're not used to being seen, let alone scrutinized by someone of such celebrity. You shift uncomfortably, your tail swishing nervously through the dust, unsure of how to respond to this unexpected encounter.

"How may I assist you?" you finally manage to ask, your voice emerging as beautiful and melodious as a siren's song. Elvis, caught off guard, blinks in surprise.

"Oh, it's nothing," he stammers, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "I just wanted to get away from my family for a bit."

You nod, your scaly head dipping in understanding. A rumble begins in your chest, growing louder until it bursts forth as a mighty roar, strong enough to send the king's hair blowing back.

The king flinches instinctively, any man would be foolish not to fear such a monstrous sight.

But his shock is short-lived, and he's soon back to his charming ways, flashing you a flirtatious smile. "What's your name, darling?" he purrs, his tone dripping with the same charisma you've seen on TV and in the tabloids.

You can't help but smile inwardly. He may know fame, but he doesn't know you—the mysterious dragon he's stumbled upon.

You snort, turning your snout toward him to take in his scent, then pivot back around. "y/n," you introduce yourself coolly.

"Now, King of Rock out here in the wilderness," you chastise, "you said you were escaping your family, but that's not very honorable, my good man."

You draw back, buffeting him with a blast of warm steam to emphasize your point. The king blinks, momentarily stunned by your forthrightness.

"Well..." the king begins, but you cut him off with a cackle.

"Relax, sweetheart. You can stay here with me for now, but I swear, if any of your mob shows up here, I'll raze the city to the ground," you growl. The king's eyes widen, and he gulps audibly.

For a moment, he looks as though he's questioning his decision to venture into the wilderness, but then his lips curl into a mischievous grin. "You're not like any dragon I've ever met, y/n," he says, his voice filled with a mixture of intrigue and amusement.

A chuckle escapes your lips. "Let's hope you're lucky enough to never meet my goody two-shoes twin. No one is as kind and generous as I am."

You turn away, pushing Elvis along with your tail as he stumbles over the small rocks and roots.

"Come on, I'll take you back to my lair," you call over your shoulder, amusement dancing in your eyes as you watch the once-confident rock star struggling to keep up with you.

"Calm down, will you?" he calls out as you catch him before he falls. You chuckle, replying, "Sure thing, Your Highness. But out here, you're no king, and you won't find any limousines."

As you reach the entrance of your den, prey bones litter the ground—evidence of your recent meals. But beyond that, your lair is clean and tidy, a stark contrast to the chaos of the outside world.

The king takes a hesitant step inside, his eyes scanning the cavernous space as he mumbles, "It's...surprisingly cozy."

"I can't say I enjoy sleeping in a filthy cave," you hum, shuffling over to a large nest. A gleaming, crystal egg-shaped stone rests in its center, drawing Elvis's attention.

"Is that...yours?" he inquires, his brow furrowing.

You shake your head dismissively. "Nah, it's just a stone."

Elvis appears unconvinced, but he doesn't press the matter. Instead, he turns his gaze back to you, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "So, how long do you plan on keeping me here?" he asks.

You shrug indifferently. "You're free to leave if you wish. I'm not one of those greedy dragons, you know." Curling up in your bed, you drape your tail over your snout, settling in for the night.

"Make yourself comfortable, Elvis," you rumble, your voice vibrating through the cavern.

Exhausted, Elvis clambers into the nest and leans against the edge, only to let out a startled yelp when you slide your tusk under him and lift him onto your stomach.

"Now sleep," you grumble, your warm scales providing a surprisingly comfortable bed for the weary rock star.

~~~

As you soar over the valley on your hunting trip, you spot two girls approaching the hill, encroaching on the territory you've claimed since Elvis' arrival. A growl rumbles in your chest—you've made it clear that this path is off-limits to humans. Landing with a thud before the startled girls, you unleash a deafening roar, sending them stumbling backwards, screams echoing through the air. You're not taking any chances with potential intruders, and the sheer power of your presence is enough to drive the message home.

"Flee, you pathetic mice!" you thunder, your words punctuated by another burst of fiery breath. The field erupts in chaos as the girls scream, scrambling away as fast as their legs can carry them. Satisfied that they've received the message loud and clear, you exhale a hot stream of air before turning back towards home, a freshly-caught wild boar clutched in your talons—the result of your anger-fueled hunt.

As you enter the cave, you find Elvis lounging comfortably, engrossed in a book. At the sound of your arrival, he looks up and smiles warmly. "You're back!" he exclaims, setting his book aside and rushing over to greet you.

You deposit the wild boar on the ground and nod, still bristling with the remnants of your earlier anger. "I caught dinner," you say gruffly, secretly enjoying the look of appreciation in Elvis' eyes.

Elvis smiles again, then sets to work on the boar with his knife, his movements precise and practiced. You watch him with a steady gaze, your anger slowly fading. Moving closer, you gently nuzzle him with your snout, the gesture surprisingly affectionate for a creature of your nature.

Elvis stumbles back a step, caught off guard by the unexpected show of affection, his hand pressed against your scaly cheek. "You're quite the softie, aren't you?" he teases, his voice a mix of amusement and tenderness.

Without another word, you turn and lumber towards your nest, your tail trailing behind you and inadvertently knocking Elvis' leg on the way. He's left standing there, heart racing, as he realizes just how attached he's become to you. There's no way he's leaving anytime soon.

[queenofdragons12]

He was not exactly favored, General Grievous, but he was the master's finest commander, and his word was law. My soul had been pledged to Count Dooku; his will I would not defy. So I slid silently along the gray, weathered walls leading to Grievous's lair—a shadow cast by the relentless vectors of duty.

Soon we uncovered the Jedi knight who had sneaked in, accompanied by a handful of loyal clones. I growled softly, and the sound echo-navigated through the halls, a sonar of conflicting loyalties. Every eye—ablaze with kyber crystal or cold steel—turned towards the source of the sound. Blasters and lightsabers were at the ready.

"Step forward, we will not harm you. I know Grievous has you in thrall," spoke the one with green skin and tentacles for hair. It was Kit Fisto, a Jedi knight under the Republic—enchanting in his kindness and unchallenged in his power.

But strength is not only found in ephemeral deeds of noble knights. My strength was of a different kind. Forged in darker soul-iron. I had always been, and will always be, stronger than the mortal race of men. Just like death itself, I waited—eternal and ever—a step ahead.

I chuckled darkly and stepped forward, soon coming face-to-face with the clones and Jedi generals. The clones readied themselves, but I knew I was one of the finer Sith—more refined than a young lady ought to be. "Well hello there, my friends," I purred, crouching to the ground with red lightsabers drawn. "It seems the dance of death is not mine just yet." And then I sprang without a word until I sliced down one of the clones and turned to face the Jedi knight. Soon both of their sabers were locked against my red ones.

"You handle yourselves well, I'll grant you that, but finesse has nothing to do with true, burning power," I shouted, sweeping my hand outward. The younger Jedi rider fell in a heap, grunting as his general landed on top of him. Now, it was just me and Fisto left. "You're not a servant of Grievous then," he inquired, circling around me warily. I mirrored his movement and soon let my true self shine through—a strong red tail slid out from beneath my cloak, and the innards of blood dripped lanterns spread, bathing us in crimson light as my eyes goldened. Deathly lilies unfolded along the walls. "I have never been any man's servant," I growled and struck out.

Soon, I was creeping along the walls where the deathly lilies crawled in my wake. I lifted my comlink to my mouth, red lips peeling back to reveal sharp, dripping fangs. "The Jedi is on the run, my lord. He will be dead before the sun spills its last rays into the valley," I declared. Grievous chuckled in response, "Good work, my little corpse. I will soon dispose of him, do so before that time." Silence fell no longer, and I hurled my cloak aside, allowing myself to transform into the dragon within. I rose up, and I growled; the hunt would finally begin in earnest.

~~

After a time, I caught the little mouse. I squeezed through the door; Gor was inside too, and the strange creature grumbled. I could hear his saliva dripping onto the floor—he was hungry, and so was I. Not long had passed since I last ate, but a dragon's hunger is never wholly sated. I threw myself against the yawning door and unfurled my wings, red as rubies, and soon Kit Fisto was in my merciless grip, even as I hurled him towards Gor who struck with his club. Spikes sparked through the Jedi knight, and he reeled backward, bleeding. "You... just devour me now," he growled with a grim surrender.

I sighed and picked him up with two claws. "I am not obligated to consume your carcass immediately, little Jedi. My master's unruly hound claims the right to deal with you before I can feast upon you," I said.

Abruptly, my stride ceased; the form of Grievous loomed. With a gait that quaked the earth, he entered, his hands concealed behind him in his customary pose. "Excellently executed, my diminutive shadow," he intoned. "Release the Jedi—my turn with him comes next. Afterwards, a banquet awaits for you and Gor," he declared, unsheathing sabers pilfered from the fallen, their glow like stolen stars in his grasp.

In solemn grace, I unclenched my hold; he fell with the echo of a crimson curse, stained upon the cold ground. He rose, bracing against fate's cruel weight, his words but a whisper to the void, "I should have realized—you don't deal in sharing spoils or jests with quarry."

With a mere flick, a gesture slight, Fisto rebuked Grievous's claim; just as the shadows reclaim the light at day's surrender. Our glances, Gor's and mine, a silent pact before the storm. Then, like a tempest's heart, I surged forth, a creature unbound.

My maw, an abyss alight with voracity, found its mark on Fisto's flesh. His arm, an unwilling sacrament to my brutal feast, cracked beneath my yearning bite. The scarlet streams were intimacy, I, cloaked in nature's dark rite, ravening unveiled. An untamed hunger rose within, potent and undeniable.

"No!" cried Grievous, and I halted abruptly, Fisto tumbling from my maw, a ragged breath escaping. "What now, master?" I spat out, teeth stained with life's ruby essence, and curled my claws, my sanguine tail arcing, whilst death's lilies spiraled around me, weaving a coronet of shadows in the pale gloom. I teetered on the cusp of unleashing my unvarnished nature; yet, the dictates of House Grievous quenched the flames of my wildest jubilations, dampening my spirit's pure ecstasy.

"I have declared, my darkling dear, that it is I who shall draw his final silence—none other," Grievous snarled, marching up to me, pressing a lightsaber to my visage. Unblinking, I gazed upon the luminous blade, a defiance smoldering within. The chamber echoed my scornful silence—I was not crafted for supplication; my allegiance had waned.

"You're no longer my sovereign, Grievous," I spat out with venom, my claws lashing out, finding his mechanical form, eliciting a symphony of creaks. "Foolish child," he retorted and brought his fists down upon my talons, yet they remained unyielding, steadfast as ancient stone.

My gaze turned to Fisto, hunger burning within, eyes mirroring the hues of the final dusk. But then, in a growl that bore the weight of the unforeseen, I commanded him, "Go."

In the chamber's corner, the bot hummed a forlorn tune, but Fisto wasted no breath, staggering to rise and limping from the room. Grievous, with a bellow of wrath, cleaved the air with his lightsaber, striking at my talon; a sharp reminder of the tangible world. I recoiled, my claws parting just enough for the General to slither through and lash out at my exposed underbelly.

I swallowed a gulp of pain as warmth flooded my entrails—hot and life-affirming even as I collapsed. A fog of disquiet overcame me, and I found myself peering deep into those molten gold orbs of infuriation. In the charged air, his fury was tangible, yet fear was a stranger to my essence. Death had never daunted me—he could not, nor could Grievous.

"You do not unnerve me," I growled, talons digging trenches into the unforgiving tiles. "You never have. I renounce the yoke of all men's dictates."

Grievous huffed a scornful air and swept his lightsaber down, severing an ear and a horn, both clattering to the ground amidst a spurt of red. I groaned—it was a sear of pain, yet not as cataclysmic as one might presume. Rising unsteadily on my talons, bewildered why death had not claimed me whole, I sensed his grudging mercy.

"You remain the chosen of my master; I shall not grant you release just yet, my darling darkness," he growled, his form receding with heavy steps, leaving me in the echo of his departure.

~~

Weeks hence, I found myself yet ensnared within Grievous's den—as ever, my designated haunt. Abandoned at intervals by my master, who wandered in search of grander conquests, Grievous would summon me to instill dread amongst the droid legions, a wraith sowing panic and despair.

But today was unlike those erstwhile callings. I lay in the deepest chasms of his lair, surrendered to my shadows, nursing the pain of wounds not just fleshly—those saber cuts that now festered ever so slightly, but the deeper unease that gnawed my spirit. The spectral cords once yanked by Count Dooku and that mechanized harbinger of doom, General Grievous, loosened their grip.

Darkness, eternal confidant, held its sway over me; this I acknowledged without pretense. Yet, amidst the umbra tugging at my soul’s strings, a stray luminescence stirred too, enticing the heart I thought forfeit to the night.

And that's why I finally rose from my brooding place and wandered out into the main chamber of the lair and toward the control room. In my half-form, I could slip past the guards undetected if so desired. The mechanical droid, ever so sardonic, snorted at my approach. "Master's little apprentice, greetings, mistress," he mocked, brandishing a syringe at me. "Are you here for your cleansing, or shall we let you revel in the sanguine this eve?" he inquired, a sneer in his voice.

I flicked my tail with irritation, unwilling to mask the dragon within any longer. He snorted and administered the syringe near the base of my tail and I grunted, the familiar sting of bloodletting still unsettling to my senses. At that moment, the doors to the control room hissed open—Grievous strode in, flanked by a coterie of MagnaGuards. He halted abruptly at the sight of my usual dragon robes marred with my own essence as his mechanic aide extracted my life force. "Unhand her, medic," he barked with a gruff authority.

"Ah, no matter, it's quite alright; this is indeed... quite unsightly," I grunted, settling onto the frigid floor before morphing fully back into my draconic form, offering him an unobstructed view of my form. Grievous averted his gaze, the aura of a commander's discomfort briefly surfacing, yet his medic lingered, unflinching, and struck the tail once more. Then he migrated to my neck, where I rested against the chill, hard tiles, and he tenderly found the fervent pulse beneath my jaw with the needle.

"It's concluded now, mistress. These specimens shall be dispatched to Count Dooku, as per his decree," he stated, then tottered off with the precious vials that coursed once in me.

Something unsought grazed my wound, and a shiver of cold command seized me there, where vulnerability lay bare. I whipped around, eyes embers of wrath ignited, "Do not lay hands there, unwelcome shade," I hissed, my tail sweeping his presence from my sacrosanct space.

Grievous emitted a throaty note of amusement, "You were, after all, so enticing, my tempestuous dear," he rumbled, his mechanical digits gliding together as if weaving a tapestry of forthcoming schemes.

His audacity knew no bounds, his hands traversing the contours of my being to where modesty's twin guards stood. A growl of discontent rumbled from my throat as he dared to provoke a response, his manipulation a crude overture. "Such beauty, such allure," he crooned, a purveyor of profanities imagining me as a precious trinket. "To think the venerable Count Dooku left you untransformed, withheld the dragon's might. Here, you shine, my nefarious nymph," he whispered with a corrupting caress.

At last, the MagnaGuards retreated, their departure a whispered benediction to privacy. And so, with a roll of might and grace, I unfurled, my wings a canopy of power, my essence laid bear—each vulnerability and strength on display. Alone with only his eyes to bear witness.

He released me, gently placing a benediction upon my crown, "Forgive me, dear; I shall not cross your peace again. But should you seek my company, find me," he murmured, then slipped away like a shadow at dusk, leaving me in the silent wake of his absence—aware of the unresolved stirrings within, yet knowing now was not the time for indulgence.