Warning ⚠️
– Erotic Scene (Claiming Dream) –
– Dark, emotionally intense, dream-realm
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That night, the bond took root.
I tried to sleep. But the bed was too warm.
Or maybe it was me. My skin itched. Burned. My breath came fast.
And then I felt it — the fire inside me, coiling and twisting like it had a mind of its own. I pressed my thighs together, tried to will it away.
But he was in my mind.
I don't know how he got there. But I saw him. Felt him.
Not in flesh — in flame.
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The Dream Realm
I stood in the center of a glowing circle of runes, naked and unafraid. That shocked me most. I wasn't trembling. I was waiting.
He emerged from the smoke — taller, broader, burning with shadows. Not quite human here. His eyes were liquid gold, and his wings curled behind him like a cloak of the night sky.
"Liora," he said. My name on his tongue was a growl and a promise.
I couldn't speak.
He circled me, slow, predatory. His fingers ghosted over my skin, not touching — but every pass of his hand left trails of fire licking across my nerves.
"You came to me," he murmured.
"I… I didn't mean to."
"Liar."
He stopped behind me, his chest to my back, his breath fanning down my neck. My knees shook.
He slid one hand around my waist, his claws just grazing skin, not enough to cut — but enough to warn.
"This is the bond," he whispered. "You feel it. Don't you?"
I swallowed hard. "Yes."
His tongue flicked against the spot he'd bitten earlier — the mark.
"You're mine, little flame."
Then his mouth was everywhere — on my throat, my shoulder, teeth dragging, tongue soothing.
His other hand slid lower. Over my belly. Down.
I gasped as his fingers touched the aching heat between my legs — light at first, then firmer, claiming every part of me like it already belonged to him.
My back arched. My thighs parted without meaning to. His palm flattened against my stomach to hold me still as he began to stroke me — slow, teasing, relentless.
"You're soaked," he growled into my ear, voice thick with hunger. "I haven't even filled you yet."
I whimpered.
"No one has touched you here before," he said. Not a question. A statement.
He was right.
"You'll only ever know me."
I cried out as his fingers slipped inside — two of them, thick and burning with dragon heat.
He worked me open with practiced patience, curling inside me, finding the spot that made me cry out.
"You like that," he purred. "Say it."
"I—I like it…"
"Louder."
"I like it."
"Good girl."
He dropped to his knees behind me, one massive arm locking around my waist as he pulled my hips back toward his mouth.
And then—
His tongue. Hot. Devouring. Ravenous.
He licked me like he owned me. Like he wanted to ruin me for anyone else.
And I let him.
The fire grew.
The bond snapped tighter.
And just before I came, he bit me again — this time between my thighs, sharp enough to leave a mark, to brand me in a place only he would see.
I screamed as the orgasm hit — hard, shattering, raw.
He didn't stop. Not until I collapsed.
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I woke panting, shaking, drenched in sweat.
The mark on my neck glowed faintly.
And my thighs still trembled.
I didn't know what I had become.
But I knew one thing:
I was no longer untouched.
Even if it was only in a dream… he had claimed me.
And the bond?
It was real.