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#R18
#DARK
#SURVIVAL
#POSSESSIVE
#IMMORTAL
#SMUT
#DRAGON
#SUPERNATURAL
#FORBIDDENLOVE
#STRONGFL

The Dragon King's Pet

Elysia's life is shattered when a devastating fire claims her parents. Seeking refuge with her only remaining family, her uncle, she is betrayed and sold to slave traders. Her fate seems sealed when the Dragon lord buys her, but Elysia is determined to escape. On the run and desperate, Elysia crosses path with the Dragon King, Azrael—a powerful and ruthless king, known for his strength, dominance and power. With nowhere else to turn, Elysia pleads for his protection, offering anything in return. Intrigued by her cournage, Azrael makes a bold choice.... he claims her as his pet. As time goes by, a forbidden attraction begins to bloom between them. But just as passion ignites, a dangerous secret is revealed that threatens to shatter everything they’ve built Meanwhile, in the shadows of Valeria, a powerful enemy lurks in the dark, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. --- EXCERPT --- Azrael’s gaze burned into Elysia, his lips curving into a wicked smile as he closed the distance between them. His fingers, firm but teasing, gripped her waist, pulling her against his body. “Do you know what happens to those who defy me, little pet?” His voice was low, dripping with dark amusement. He leaned down, his lips hovering just above hers, close enough for her to feel his breath but not close enough to touch. “They beg.”Elysia’s pulse quickened, her breath catching as her body betrayed the fear melting into something far more dangerous. Her lips parted, but no words came out. "You're mine, Elysia, I will burn the world for you." She heard him say in a low growl, making her legs tremble more.

amyxoxo_ · Fantasy
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265 Chs
#R18
#DARK
#SURVIVAL
#POSSESSIVE
#IMMORTAL
#SMUT
#DRAGON
#SUPERNATURAL
#FORBIDDENLOVE
#STRONGFL
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Sudden Realization

Special thanks to Kassy_murphy for the Golden Tickets. (≧ω≦)

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It was a few hours into the afternoon, and Azrael sat behind his grand mahogany desk, sipping slowly from a goblet of spiced wine. He barely acknowledged the heavy door creaking open until Marcus entered, followed by a man who seemed entirely out of place within the polished confines of the royal study.

The newcomer, clad in a threadbare tunic and trousers smeared with soot, hesitated at the entrance. His rough hands were calloused, and his face carried the wear of long days at the forge. He was the image of a blacksmith.

"Marcus," Azrael greeted, setting his goblet down with a measured clink. "Who have you brought to me?"

Marcus bowed deeply before speaking. "Your Majesty, this is Oliver, a blacksmith from the market. He comes bearing news about Cassandra, a name you asked me to look into."