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Married To The Last Ice Dragon

[Warning: Matured Content] "Do you want me to carry you in my heart?" .... The moment he was born, the world remained in winter. No rainfall, no bright summer, only snowfall. He was a threat to every living being in the world... Cyrus, the devil incarnate. Devious, dangerous, cold as ice, the being everyone wanted to kill and the being everyone feared.. Being the only fire mage, Sage, the princess of Credia, stood as the main protector of her kingdom, Credia, during dangers. Her life changed when she was told that she was going to get married to a cold hearted beast, the last ice dragon. .... Excerpt "We might be married but I am not going to sleep in the same room with you," Sage said, gritting her teeth. A smile tugged his lips. "Is that so?" He asked and placed his leg on top of the other. Sage frowned deeply. "Yes," She drawled, clenched her fists which busted out raging flames of fire. "I am going to sleep here, with you." Cyrus said calmly and stood up walking towards her slowly. Sage couldn't deny that she was scared but she wasn't going to let her fear get the best of her. "Don't come closer!" "Why?" "I am going to burn you!" She screamed, closing her eyes shut. Fear swallowed her when she felt a cold hand grab her wrist and her back met the bed with Cyrus hovering over her. He leaned his face close to hers, diverting his lips to her ear and said with a seductive deep whisper that sent chills to her spine. "I want you to burn me, my love,"

Mystic_Fantasy73 · Fantasia
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253 Chs

Tell me you want me

[Warning Matured Content]

She jerked a few times as she wasn't prepared for him to suddenly put his tongue on her. Her mind torn, she tightly clung to the bath tub rim with one hand and placed the other weakly on his shoulder. Waves of pleasure flooded her entire being, and she was unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away.

She took her hand off of his shoulder and placed it over her lips, trying her hardest not to moan out loud as Cyrus worked wonders on her with his hot tongue.

Cyrus, who had begun working on her tender spot, abruptly stopped and only stared at her below; it took Sage a lot of self-control not to trace her hand and pull him closer or raise her voice and tell him to continue.

She couldn't see what he wanted to do next as she was still blindfolded, but her sex throbbed, impatiently awaiting his next move.